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Last week, John Robinson, father of the first family to attempt colonization of

outer space, found himself helplessly adrift when his line snapped while

to repair navigational equipment.

It is now shortly thereafter as Maureen Robinson desperately tries to reach her

husband before he slips farther off into the trackless void of outer space.

It's a comet.

It's headed our way.

Is it going to hit us? It won't have to.

Even if it misses us by 5 ,000 miles, its heat could travel us to a crisp and

nothing flat.

Can't you change our flight path?

Are your parents outside?

I didn't realize it would go like that.

How long?

We can wait maybe about four minutes.

I'd say we have a little over three minutes.

Well, it should be time enough to fix the scanner.

Leave that for later.

No, now.

That's why I came out here in the first place.

The last time I reprogrammed you, you ran wild.

Almost wrecked the ship with me in it.

But we can't have any more of that, you know.

You will respond to my voice orders only hereafter if you want us to stay

friends. And you do need a friend, you know.

Just as much as I do.

You're getting too close for comfort.

How much longer?

Coming down now.

Heat's expanded the metal.

Can you get in the airlock and open the hatch from the inside?

either.

If you can't open the hatch in a few seconds,

get back in the ship.

Stop the

Something's got to be done about the comfort control system.

Where's the Major?

In the airlock.

Mother and Dad are still trapped out there and the comet's getting closer.

Comet?

The Major shouldn't be in the airlock.

He should be in here trying to get us out of this inferno before we burn up.

Smith to get the big one up from below.

Tell him to hurry. I'm coming in.

Roger.

You already said the big fire extinguisher.

Well, do you think they're still alive?

Sure, Penny.

They've got to be.

As of this moment, 1800 hours, October 21st, 1997, all efforts to

restore communication with Jupiter II and America's first space family have

unsuccessful.

Last reports from Jupiter's automatic systems before all communications ceased

indicate that extensive damage may have been caused by premature activation of

the spaceship's environmental control robot.

It is now believed that... The tragic fate of the Jupiter II and its occupants

may well be the result of sabotage on the part of an agent of a foreign power.

I'd better go down and see what's keeping him.

Hurry, darling, hurry.

I hope you children are more familiar with the navigation of the ship than I

Why? Well, if the heat out there should affect our pilot.

Do you always have to say things like that?

Was I... Was I really out there?

You really were, darling.

All right. Let's just see how

much you've learned.

Turn left.

Now stop.

Extend right arm.

Extend left arm.

Excellent. Excellent does not compute.

Extend right claw.

Very good.

I know.

It does not compute.

A little more homework this evening, my friend, and we should be able to take

over this whole expedition and return immediately to our native soil.

Crush. October 21st in the Earth year 1997.

Somewhere in space.

We've come to the end of the first 24 hours of the voyage, and all are in good

health, including our increasingly annoying extra passenger, Dr. Smith.

As yet, we have no inkling of our true position.

The period during which we traveled in hyperdrive beyond the speed of light

could have carried us through space and time to almost any part of the galaxy.

Now, as Major West continues to search for some clue to our present location...

There's little for any of us to do but rest and wait and hope.

I thought you might like this.

Thank you.

Any luck?

Not yet.

Shouldn't you be getting some sleep?

I can't close my eyes.

Not until we know something.

You'll be getting pretty sleepy.

That could almost be the great galaxy of Andromeda, couldn't it?

Yeah.

Although, from where we sit, it could almost be anything.

Funny how easy it was to identify the galaxies back at school.

You used to just sit there and rattle them off.

Do you want to go home, Judy?

I never did like school.

Shakespeare? Shakespeare.

Good night, sweet.

Good night, Dad.

Come in.

Wow, I thought you'd be asleep by now.

I've been trying to figure our position.

Any luck?

Well... If Alpha Centauri's velocity is the same as ours, and if our bearing

deviation is not more than five degrees, Don should be picking up a signal about

now. Well, maybe you better tell him.

Excuse me, Doctor.

Where'd you get this?

And this?

I had planned it as a surprise, but now I suppose you'll give it all away.

Give what away?

And deny me the simple pleasure I'd have derived from presenting all of you with

a robot.

In full working order.

Dr. Smith, why didn't you ask for permission to tamper with that robot?

Tamper? When every bit, every circuit, every last contact in it is as familiar

to me as my own name?

I don't tamper, Dr.

Robinson. I create new pathways in cybernetics for our little friend.

Oh, it's pathways.

The kind of pathways that could have wrecked this ship and almost cost us all

our lives.

But that's absurd.

I was in the same danger as everyone else.

Now you listen to me, Dr. Smith.

How you came to be on this ship when we took off doesn't really matter right

now. But just remember one thing.

As far as I'm concerned, you're a stowaway. You're going to be treated as

Can you identify it?

I never heard a signal like it before.

Let's go up there.

to get a fix on Alpha Centauri. According to Will's calculations.

Pick this up instead.

Did you get a spectrometer reading?

Yeah, the whole spectrum.

But the relative concentrations don't read like anything I can identify.

No, they're not.

No, I can't get anything either.

Maybe it's an asteroid.

Then it's not Alpha Centauri. No, dear.

Give us a three -second boost.

We should be able to see it now.

It's a spaceship.

Is it one of ours?

I don't know.

Where could it be from?

We can't be sure yet.

It certainly doesn't look like one of ours.

Calling Aeolus Fortinumbra.

Aeolus Fortinumbra.

We have sighted your spaceship.

Do you have instructions?

They're not replying.

Let's move in closer.

It's big enough to use us for a lifeboat.

This is as close as we go.

Let's get around the other side, then.

All right.

If you insist.

Well, look at that thing.

Where's your scientific curiosity?

All in one basket. Alpha Centauri.

Probably some alloy we've never even heard of.

It even battled the spectrometer.

Where do you think it's from?

I don't know.

I've never seen anything like that in my life.

It looks like a ghost ship.

If it was in the path of that comet, the heat may have destroyed whatever life

there was on board.

I'd like to make sure.

A ship that size.

Think of the payload it must be carrying, the fuel, the power unit.

Wait. It might even have a guidance system that could help us no matter

it's from.

Yeah.

Or it also could be manned by an alien crew.

It's moving in.

No, we are.

It's pulling us.

I can't break away.

There must be life aboard, John.

Or the ship may have been preset to swallow visitors.

Hey, where's Dr. Smith?

Oh, I forgot about him.

I was about to confine him to his quarters when we sighted the ship. You

go down and get him. I'll go.

What happened?

I found him monkeying with some robot equipment.

Someone had to protect our little friend, my boy.

This is my battle station, as they say in the Navy.

Well, you'd better come on up now.

Any casualties?

No.

Good.

Good.

Two steps forward, my mechanical friend.

Oxygen? Low.

5 .4.

Whatever pulled us in, it somehow reinstated an atmosphere.

I shouldn't be at all surprised.

Oh, sorry. I forgot about you, Doctor.

Nothing at all. You had your hands full.

I saw everything.

You realize, of course, that we seem to be imprisoned here?

Yes. Quite a predicament.

Have they communicated with you yet?

Not by any signal we can read.

They're not in any great hurry, I don't suppose.

Well, Dr. Smith, how can you possibly know that when we're almost certain that

this ship is not from our planet?

Is that what you think?

Don't you?

Well, if you're all agreed, I suppose I must go along with you.

There's a breathable atmosphere out there, Doctor. Don and I are going out

investigate. We want you to join us. Of course.

Who knows what we may discover?

Dad, may I go too?

I don't think so, Will.

Oh, gosh.

No one leaves the ship till we get back. I'll have the robot stand guard.

Don't trouble yourself.

I'll do it.

Don't stay out too long.

No longer than I have to, darling.

I don't see why Dad wouldn't let me go with him.

We do need a man here while they're gone, Will.

What do you make of these?

Looks like it might have been some sort of crystalline power source.

Way ahead of us, eh?

A million years.

One might say that, I suppose.

Shall we venture in, gentlemen?

Makes you feel rather primitive, doesn't it?

Next to this, we're still in nursery school.

Quite.

Scintillation detected?

If it is, how do you read it?

Maybe it's some kind of a guidance system.

Well, if those are orbits, there's an awful lot of traffic out there.

While you gentlemen are admiring the instruments, let me see whether I can

locate somebody.

Don't get lost.

Never fear.

Somehow I hate to let Dr. Smith warn her off by himself.

Oh, he can't do any harm here.

Yeah, that's true.

I guess.

Crystal and Paul.

Hello. Hello.

Hello.

You can come out.

It's all right.

I'm on your side.

Oh, my dad told you to watch me? But can't you close your eyes even for a

minute? It does not compute.

Step aside, will you?

It does not compute.

Two steps forward.

It does not compute.

Mechanical friend.

It's incredible.

Somehow they've mapped this entire sector of the galaxy.

And these controls, they work a huge roadmap for them. Watch.

Look at that.

Can you make anything of all this that will help us?

Well, apparently these are all planets classified according to relative mass.

It'd be a good thing to know in case we had to sit down somewhere.

from the Jupiter 2 spaceship.

Planet Earth.

Do you read me?

What is this spaceship?

Where are you from?

Would you let our ship out of here?

He was in that thing.

I disturbed him.

I think I can communicate with him.

Not human.

Nothing.

And I was so sure.

Human? Out here?

Billions of miles from the earth?

No, don't.

Maybe they can help us.

I mean, they're not like us, but maybe they are.

Very well, my boy.

See what you can do.

You've been out an awfully long time.

Oh, well, not really, dear.

It just seems that way.

Look, Will's below. Why don't you go down and finish that game of chess?

You might even beat him.

Want to bet?

Then he's not too big to learn that he must be disciplined for disobedience.

What do you suppose that means?

I don't know.

I don't think it likes being asked to guide us anywhere.

Let me try.

We are from the planet Earth.

We are perfectly willing to stay here if you show me how your guidance system

can get us back there.

But we don't want to go back to Earth. Dr.

Smith, we want to go to Alpha Centauri. You do, not I.

Doesn't really matter.

He doesn't seem very cooperative.

He was before you got here.

Very well.

Try again.

And I hope you realize how important their guidance system would be to us.

My parents are on the Jupiter II spaceship.

And my sisters and Major West.

He's our pilot.

And Dr. Smith here.

Well, he just seemed to be aboard when we lifted off.

He's not interested in your passenger list. Ask him something sensible.

I can't ask him anything until I get him to realize I don't mean him any harm.

We are friendly.

We're from the planet Earth. We are on our way to Alpha Centauri.

No, no, no. Back to Earth.

He doesn't seem to read me no matter what I say.

Apparently this control must be the key it must be the one that shows whether

we're headed

They've stopped.

John, I put a force field out. I don't know how long it's going to hold them.

The irony of our chance encounter with what we now believe to have been a

shipload of non -human colonists in the far reaches of space has just begun to

strike us.

However, I had gathered one vital piece of information from their sequential

star guide during the near tragic meeting.

Close to our present position, there appears to be a planet with a mass

identical to the Earth's mass.

Finding this planet can prove a godsend to us at this time.

We have no business trying to land on that planet.

Oh, Mother.

We're settlers, not explorers. We have a specific destination to reach.

Which we may never see unless we put down there. But why?

Maureen, we've had serious control trouble for some time.

Unless we get outside and make extensive repairs, well, we could be in worse

trouble. Now, that planet has normal gravity. We need it for the work we have

do. It's as simple as that.

Even as we watch, the spaceship Jupiter II is drawn deeper and deeper into the

gravitational pull of the unknown planet.

Whether its alien environment will be friendly or hostile, whether this will

the beginning of a new adventure for the Robinson family, or the end of

everything, only time will tell.