All language subtitles for Lost.in.space.S03E05.Eng

Oh!

Check the inside
temperature.

Ninety-three, ninety-five.

- It's rising! It's gonna explode!
- Relax.

The hyperatomic explosive
won't detonate at that temperature.

When it reaches 115,
then we begin to worry, not before.

It's up to a hundred!

Just make sure that explosive doesn't
shake around too much. That's all.

- [ Thump ]
- [ Thunderclap ]

Jupiter! Jupiter 2.

- Come in, Jupiter 2.
- Go ahead, Don.

John, we can't see the volcano yet, but
we must be getting awfully close to it.

Everything around here's lit up
like the Fourth of July.

All right. Now,
maintain a heading at 315.

315 it is.

Getting there--
That'll be the minor problem.

Capping that volcano successfully--
That's the real job.

- And if it doesn't work?
- We lose the escape window
for our scheduled liftoff...

or risk flying through
that flammable volcanic gas.

One spark from our exhaust stacks--
Let's not get into that.

In the event that we should be fortunate
enough to escape total annihilation...

there is also the corrosive
effect of the gasses...

on the hull of the Jupiter
to be considered.

Is there any danger from the volcano
if we're forced to stay?

Penny, this is an ancient
and very unstable planet.

That's one danger. The other and more
immediate danger is right here.

We're right in the path
of that volcanic flow.

Now, are there any more questions?

Well, I have one.
It's not really a question.

But I sure hope that
the explosive in that Chariot...

is powerful enough
to cap that volcano but good.

[ Thunderclap ]

[ Shouting ] Oh, no!
No, don't go off! Don't--

I should never have volunteered
to go on this perilous journey!

You didn't volunteer, Smith.
You were ordered by me.

Check the inside temperature again.

Temperature.
Temperature. Yes!

- It's 102!
- Cool it, Smith!

- How can I be cool?
- Not you, the explosive!

- Are they almost there?
- Less than a mile to go.

Don! Come in, Don!

He's got to turn back.

Don, turn back! Don!

Help!

- Check the temperature.
- It must be at least 115 by now!

- Cool it, quickly!

Check the sling.

Go away! Go away!

A bogus apparition.
That's all it was.

Major, it's beginning to bubble.
I can hear it.

You must stop the Chariot immediately
and let me out! Do you hear?

Hold on, Smith.
We're almost there.

Then there'll be another
eruption and another!

That's why we're here, you--
to prevent that!

Hold tight!

The door is jammed! It won't open!
Let me out! Let me out!

Smith, get away from that door!

I refuse to die in a vehicle that's
doomed to destruction! Let me out!

Jupiter! Come in, Jupiter 2!

John! John, can you read me?

Come in, Jupiter!

- We lost contact.

Stop the Chariot! Stop it!
Do you hear me? Let me out! Oh!

Oh! Let me out!

Oh! Be careful! Be careful!

What's the explosive
doing out there?

- What happened to the sling?
- Keep your voice down.

The sound waves may blow us
to kingdom come. Careful.

If it hasn't done so yet, it won't
do so now, Smith-- no thanks to you.

Indeed, after all my efforts
to prevent disaster! Oh!

Let's just get
to the business at hand.

Whew!

Well, there she is.

It's stopped erupting. There's no point
in disturbing its dormant condition.

- Where are you going, Smith?
- I must get my vacuum flask.

I require a bit of refreshment
before returning to the Jupiter.

Nah-ah-ah. Not so fast.

In the first place, volcanoes
don't go dormant just like that.

In the second place,
before you take your coffee break...

we're going up that hillside.

There's a blowhole in
the side of that volcano.

You get the explosives,
and I'll get the rest of the equipment.

Major, sometimes your zeal
for useless work is quite boring.

- I told you to get the explosives.
- It's my malarial ague, Major.

It comes upon me suddenly
when I least expect it...

and it gives me the shivers,
as you can plainly see.

Major! Major, reassure me.
Tell me they're all apparitions.

Not this time, Smith.

It looks like they got here
long before we did.

A couple of million years, maybe.

I don't know what that means,
but this stuff is plenty dangerous.

And the sooner you get out of here,
the better off you'll all be.

Yes. Shoo! Shoo!

No "shoo."

Oh!

- Oh!
- Now, look!

You don't know what you're fooling
around with. I want that explosive back.

- Oh, no!

Uncanny powers.
I don't like this at all.

You like it? If you like it,
I'll get you some more.

I'll just drive back to my camp.
Keep an eye on them until I return.

- Back so soon, Smith?
- I was only trying to help.

Don. Don, come in! Don!

Answer, Don!

I hope the only reason he's not answering
is that he's busy planting that explosive.

- Are you sure he's getting our signal?
- No, I'm not.

And we can't get a picture
on the screen.

Do you think those signals
are some kind of a message?

The only message I'm getting is that they're
jamming our receiving and our sending.

Robot, I want an analysis
of those signals and a picture.

Data indicates that they are
a combination of primitive...

and advanced communication
technology.

What kind of primitive communication
could we be getting?

Ancient planet, ancient civilization.

- On this planet?
- Oh, I'm just noodling, honey.

The only thing we can keep doing
is try to raise Don.

[ Rumbling ]

One or two more like that
and we can expect that lava flow...

on our doorstep within 24 hours.

[ Men Chattering
In Native Language ]

Oh!

At least the explosive's
still intact.

If I can only persuade them
to keep it that way.

What about us?
I fear they will not leave us intact.

[ Native Language Continues ]

Well, look, I realize we don't
understand each other very well...

but, uh, we are not your enemies.

Do you understand that?

Look, all we're trying to do is to set up
this explosive, you see...

and prevent the volcano
from erupting...

and causing death and destruction
all over this planet.

Can't you understand that?

I am not yet ready to understand.
You must wait.

Then you speak!
Then you must understand what I'm saying!

Gather around, friends.
Gather around...

and let me tell you
what I'm gonna do.

This remarkable invention
is to be given away here today...

free, gratis and for nothing...

without any obligation
and at no cost whatsoever!

Yes, friends, feast your eyes
on this unique implement...

and imagine the thousand-and-one uses
to which it can be put.

Now, let me show you.
Now, a knife. Do you see?

And a screw driver
and a bottle opener...

and a ballpoint pen, you see...

and a shoe horn.

Isn't that nice?
And here we have...

a unique spot-removing pencil...

absolutely guaranteed
to remove all stubborn spots--

- grease spot, coffee spot, even a leopard spot.

Yes! And now, last but not least...

a fine example of the cutler's art--

a stainless steel fork,
very handy at picnics...

hunting and fishing trips and--

But-- But not for home cooking.

Here you are, dear sir.
Have a good time.

Let the strangers approach.

I really meant no harm,
my dear sir.

Actually, I should not
be here at all.

I came most unwillingly.
This gentleman will bear me out.

That's what I like about you,
Smith--your loyalty.

Well, can you understand us now?

I, Rangah, speak to you...

through the power
of the great Protineus...

beneficent rector of our destiny.

We have understood you
from the beginning.

We have also made an evaluation
of the type of life-form you represent.

Good heavens. I'm afraid
they're machine worshippers.

Perhaps if we do as they do,
they'll let us go.

When in Rome, you know.

Protineus. Protineus. Protineus.

Rise! You are not of our people. Rise!

Yes. Yes, of course, my dear sir.

You know,
I am very fond of machines.

Actually, I have great
admiration for that one.

- Silence!
- Look, if the great Protineus...

understands us so well, you must know
that we're not your enemies.

The fact that you are here
makes you our enemies.

You may have contaminated us by your
presence, endangered our future destiny.

Why would our presence
contaminate you?

Your life-form is different
than ours.

Our life-form is temporary.
Yours is permanent.

- Is that bad?
- We are in the early stages of evolution.

Before the great Protineus
can transport us to another form of life...

we must remain free of contamination
from other forms of life.

Therefore, before the nature
of your destruction can be determined...

you will be kept in quarantine.

Quarantine? You mean,
like an imported animal?

Let me assure you, my dear sir,
that I am perfectly healthy.

- I never even catch cold.
- Quiet, Smith.

How long do you plan
to keep us in quarantine?

That question
has already been answered.

- By your being here, you have forfeited your lives.
- [ Rumbling ]

What about yours? If the great Protineus
knows so much, he knows about that volcano.

If I don't get it capped,
there will be no life-form for anyone!

The volcano will not harm us.

Within its depths lies the all-abiding
flame of our life force.

If it is stilled, we will die.
It must burn free.

I'm not waiting around
to see it burn free.

Come on, Smith!

Grab a wire!

The strangers will make
no further attempts to escape.

If they do, they will
be instantly destroyed.

Bound and doomed,
consigned to a living death.

The explosive!
They've detonated our explosive!

It's not the explosive!
It's the volcano!

The volcano? We'll be buried alive!

Help! Help!

Maureen?

Right here, John.
Have you found them?

Not a trace.
I can't raise them either.

We've been trying at this end too,
but so far, not a sign of them.

Right now that volcano is quiet.

My guess is the next time it blows,
that's gonna be the big one.

I don't know what happened to them, but
obviously, they haven't been able to cap it.

- What do you think we should do?
- I'm heading back to the ship
for another charge of explosives.

Don and Smith will have to wait
until we've gotten it capped. Out.

- What could have happened to them, Mom?
- I don't know, dear.

But all we can do is just keep trying
to raise them or hope that they call us.

I guess you're just as worried
about Don and Dr. Smith as I am, Robot.

Worrying is not a character trait
of robots, Will Robinson.

However, I am aware of your concern...

and my sensors are at full stretch
in the effort to locate their whereabouts.

- But you've had no luck, right?
- Very little.

So far, the best
I've been able to do...

is discover the existence
of a pass which could get you...

to the area in which they were last
heard from in double-quick time.

Then what are we waiting for?
Let's go!

Have you been granted
maternal consent...

to make a trip which may be
fraught with much peril?

Ask me no questions
and I'll tell you no lies, Robot.

Besides, quit telling me what
the trip may be fraught with.

- You're sounding like Dr. Smith.
- His timidity can be infectious.

Well, tighten your belt,
and let's go.

Oh, dear, what a night.

What a terrible,
terrible night.

Did you say something?

Indeed, I did.
Not only am I faint with hunger...

but your bony elbows
kept me awake half the night.

That's not my bony elbow. That's
the explosive you were leaning against.

What? Oh! Oh! That explosive
will surely be the death of me!

Stop making like
a jumping bean and relax!

We gotta find a way
to get out of these ropes.

How?

Well, first, let's try
and stand up.

Together, now. Ready? Go.

Now, tighten your muscles
and then relax them. Ready?

I'm afraid my muscles
are not what they were.

Were they ever? Now!

It's getting tighter!

It's got muscles.

The need for food
is gnawing at my vitals!

- It's the rope!
- I need food! Food!

Oh!

How do they expect us to eat
if we're all tied up?

Pitch in, Smith. They may put
that rope back on any minute.

[ Rangah ] You will remain free
of your bonds until your fate is decided...

provided you cause us no trouble.

You've got to let us out!
You hear? You gotta let us out!

You have no right to keep us
in here like this!

Mmm! Lovely. Delicious.

I must ask them
to give me the recipe.

I wouldn't if I
were you, Smith.

Mmm!

So good.

Psst! Guard.

Isn't this lovely?

Would you like to have it?

It ticks beautifully.

Let me out and it's yours.

That dreadful creature, he's gone!

He's made away with my grandfather's
genuine gold hunter watch.

Like I said before,
"Loyalty, thy name is Smith."

I did it for
the both of us, Major.

I'll bet.
Come over here with me.

It's hollow under here.
We may be able to tunnel our way out.

- With the explosive?
- No.

With the only tools we've got--
our bare hands.

Come on. Start digging.
The ground's soft.

You take care of this.

Hurry, Robot!
Look at the Chariot!

How did it happen?

Magnetic analysis of organic
material on Chariot...

indicates its origin
to be prehistoric.

- Prehistoric?
- Affirmative.

Whew! I thought Don and Dr. Smith
might be in there.

Where are they?

I'm as baffled
as you are, Will Robinson.

Mother, Will wouldn't
have gone too far...

- without letting us know where he was going.
- Oh-ho!

I wish I could
be sure of that.

- Here's Dad!
- Oh, good.

- Hi. Heard anything?
- About Don and Dr. Smith, not a thing.

- But now Will and the Robot have gone.
- What?

Come in, Jupiter.
Jupiter, come in!

- Go ahead, Son.
- I found the Chariot, Dad.

But there's no sign
of Dr. Smith or Don.

- It's a funny thing about the Chariot.
- What do you mean?

Well, it's kind of
prehistoric now.

- I just can't explain.
- Where are you?

I'm about four miles due south
of Transmission Station Two.

- All right. Stay there. I'll be right over.
- Okay. Over and out.

That isn't too far from the last place
we heard from Don.

When I flew over the area,
there wasn't any Chariot.

- I'll check with you later.
- John, we received some sort of primitive signal.

And now Will says that the Chariot
has a prehistoric look.

- Do you remember what you said
about an ancient civilization?
- Yes.

Do you think it's possible that
such a civilization could exist here?

Well, I don't know,
but if there is one...

and they're anywhere near
that volcano...

their chances of survival
are worse than ours.

I'll call back.

[ Don ]
Okay, Smith. Hand it down.

Here it is. Be careful.
Don't drop it.

I've got it.

Now get down here.

- Smith, where are you?
- Up here, Major.

You're no use up there.
Get down here.

Are you sure there's enough room
for me and the explosive?

Quit stalling, Smith,
and get down here.

Yes.

Indeed, I was never meant to be
a burrowing creature.

Well, here's your chance
to get a firsthand look...

at how the burrowing
half lives.

- Start burrowing.
- I'm frightened.

Go on.

This cannot lead anywhere
but down into the bowels of the earth.

Already I can feel
the temperature rising.

- It may detonate the explosive.
- Tell me something, Smith.

Haven't you ever heard
of the word "survival"?

I'm quite familiar with the meaning
of the word, Major...

and I do not require any
literary assistance from you!

Well, as much as I hate
to admit it, Smith...

I require assistance
from you.

Come on.

[ Distant Whirring ]

Shh! Listen.

Up there. We must be
right under that cracking plant.

- Cracking plant?
- It's not so different.

A cracking plant
refines crude oil.

That equipment up there
refines crude aliens.

You know, if we could
set this under it...

we might be able to jam it up
long enough to get away.

- But what will it do to us?
- Just hold this.

Come on!

- Be careful. Don't drop it.
- You're getting dust in my eyes!

Shh! Quiet!

Shh! Quiet!

Will!

All right. Let's get out
of here before it blows.

Run, Smith!

Major--

Major, where are you?

He's deserted me,
that cold, cruel man.

What's to become of me?

Alone. I'm alone.

Oh, the pain, the pain.

- [ Don ] Smith!
- Major, where are you?

Smith, give me a hand,
quickly!

Smith, help!

It was very clumsy of you
to fall into the hole.

Save it, Smith!

No! You're pulling me
into the hole with you!

Keep trying!

My arm is being
wrenched out of its socket!

- I can't hold on much longer.
- Then let go!

What? Let go?

Save yourself
and forget about me!

I can't let go!
I can't! I'm afraid!

Here, now. One, two, three!

Heave, Major! Heave!

Oh, my delicate back
will never survive this.

Heave! You're not cooperating!

Heave! [ Grunting ]
Heave!

- Whew!
- Whew!

Let's get out of here.

Looks like we're sealed in.

Doomed.

We're doomed.

A draft.

Must be
an opening somewhere.

- No.

The flame's running short of oxygen.

So are we. Whew!

Those who trespass
within the pale of the great Protineus...

will forfeit all hope of survival.

Your end is near.

What did you say?

Say?
I didn't say a word.

That great Protineus.

Well, he knew all about us
at the beginning...

and I guess he also knows
about our end.

Dad!

No wonder I couldn't see this
when I flew over it.

- What happened to Don and Smith?
- They're captured.

They've been imprisoned
in a cave by prehistoric aliens.

- What?
- It's true, Dad.

At least they look prehistoric.
And they've got all our blasting equipment.

I left the Robot there
to keep an eye on them.

- All right. Show me the way.
- Yes, sir.

## [ Drumbeats ]

## [ Rhythmic Booming ]

Gosh, they've made him
prehistoric like themselves.

- Where's the cave?
- Over there, on the other side of the camp.

If I could be sure they'd stay busy,
I might just make it.

Maybe we can get the Robot
to keep them busy.

We'll have to attract
his attention.

I can try
tapping out some code.

Go ahead.

[ Tapping Continues ]

- He's getting it.
- Good.

I read you loud and clear,
Will Robinson.

- Tell him to keep them away from the cave.
- Okay.

I will do my best.
Further, I hope you realize...

that when I found I could not lick them,
I joined them.

However, not for keeps.

- Keep them amused.
- Affirmative.

Why are they having
all these fun and games?

I just hope it isn't
some sacrificial rite.

Dad, we've gotta get Don and Dr. Smith
out of there in a hurry.

All right.
Now, you stay covered.

Now, if things don't go
the way we want them to...

I want you to go to
the Chariot, get in it...

and go back
to the Jupiter 2.

- Do it.
- Yes, sir.

They're gonna leave us
here to die, Major.

Our bodies will never
be recovered. Never.

It won't make much difference to us.

Oxygen's just about exhausted, Smith.

I've been aware of that for some time, Major.

- Dr. Smith?
- Yes?

- Did you call me Dr. Smith?
- Yeah.

- Thank you.
- You saved my life.

And, well,
I've been thinking.

- I've been doing a little thinking myself, Major

Don.

I don't know how much longer
we can last, Dr. Smith.

Please, call me Zachary.

You know, I--

I haven't been exactly friendly
to you in the past.

Sure, you've been lazy,
incompetent...

mean, selfish, cowardly--

Go no further, Major.

No, no.

No, don't get me wrong.

No, that's--
that's all changed now.

The only thing that matters...

whether we get out of this
alive or not...

is... that we'll
always be friends.

Thank you, Don.

I must confess that my opinion
of you in the past was hardly flattering.

But now,
despite your bullying...

your evil temper,
your childish wit...

and your snide comments
on my character...

now I can
only think of you...

with great,
great affection.

Could we--

Could we shake hands?

- Thank you.

May I borrow
your pocket knife?

Yeah. Sure--
Sure, Zach.

Please, "Zachary"
not "Zach!"

- Zachary.
- Yes.

- We must-- We must leave a legend.

On this...

day, my dear friend
West and I--

No. No. My dear friend
Don West and I--

No.

My dear friend
Major Don West and I...

swore eternal friendship.

I do not know how much longer
I can keep this up, Will Robinson.

My tracks are killing me.

Dad's almost there.
You can't quit now, Robot.

- Nice work, Robot.
- Thank you.

I think I heard a voice.

- It sounded like Will.
- No.

- I'm afraid it's wishful thinking.
- Yeah.

Show 'em again.
Hit it, Robot!

The great Protineus
speaks to you.

What do you want here?

I want you to release
those two men in the cave.

They are on the point of death.
Soon you will join them.

You've seen the power
of our Robot.

Release them,
we'll leave in peace.

The great Protineus has
refrained from interfering...

with the foolish antics
of your guardian.

He is an inferior machine who has
given my people a little pleasure.

His powers do not compare to mine.
What is his name?

He's a Robot.

He's not our guardian,
and his powers come from me.

- You do not worship him?
- Of course not.

He's a machine, not an idol.

The great Protineus is superior
to any known life-form.

Do not dare to pit the powers
of your Robot against him.

Our Robot can do anything
your old machine can do.

All right, Robot.
Show them.

Very well. If you insist on pitting
your powers against him, so be it!

Voilà.

A very amusing trick,
but not very effective.

Why don't we stop this
and let those two men out of the cave?

Proceed with the demonstration.

My people must be shown that I,
the great Protineus...

am the all-beneficent rector
of their destiny.

I hope they don't
always believe that.

All right.
Robot, vanishing act.

One vanishing act coming up.

Don! Smith!

Don, where are you?

- John, get us out!
- Don!

There's a rock sealing us in.
We're right under it.

- I can't move it.
- [ Both Coughing ]

All right.
Stand clear under there.

I'm gonna explode it.

Go ahead!

Two minutes ago, I wouldn't have given
a plugged nickel for our chances.

The Chariot's where you left it.
We've got to try to get to it.

But that terrible machine--
It may seize us again.

You two don't look as if you're in any
shape for a fight, but... Will's up there.

- Can you make it?
- I think so.

- How about you, Smith?
- Never fear, Smith is here.

Anything my friend Don can do,
I can do too.

That was great, Robot.

So much for my powers
of dematerialization.

Now, for the tour de force!

Robot!

What did you have
to do that for?

He was just trying
to help you, really!

The great Protineus needs no help
from any other life-form.

But you like to have fun with them, don't you,
just to prove how powerful you are?

If you were all that powerful,
you'd know that you were in...

as much danger as we are
from that erupting volcano.

Please, make him the way he was,
and let us all go.

That volcano's got to be capped!

Will!

Will!

He wants our help.

All right.
We'll cap the volcano.

Don, put out the fire.
Help me with the equipment.

Take the detonator.

All right, now.
You stay here with the detonator.

I'm going through that blowhole
to the center of the crater.

Yes, sir.

Careful, Dad!

All right.
Behind the rock!

- All hooked up.
- All right.

This better work.

- I think we've capped it.
- Now we can take off as scheduled.

You bet we can.
Let's go!

Gosh, Robot, how did it feel
to be one of the little people?

Sure, it was a roguish piece of magic...

- but I knew it was just blarney.

You have given the great Protineus
an opportunity to pause and reflect.

A machine must not be superior
to the destinies of those it guides.

It must remain the servant,
not the ruler.

This the great Protineus
has learned from you.

Rangah's disappeared.
And the aliens too.

You know, I suggest
that we disappear also.

- Come on.
- You coming, Doctor?

Surely you don't expect me
to walk after all I've suffered?

Major, fetch the Chariot.
I shall await your return.

You'll walk, just like
the rest of us, Zach!

Zach, indeed!

Wait for me,
you disreputable dunce!