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This is the beginning.

This is the day.

You are watching the unfolding of one of history's great adventures.

Man's colonization of space beyond the stars.

This is Alpha Control.

Zero minus one hour and 15 minutes and holding.

Delay caused by difficulty with liquid oxygen loading valve.

Zero minus one hour and 15 minutes and holding.

TV satellite control, take over.

Ladies and gentlemen, today the first of what may be as many as 10 million

families per year is setting out on its epic voyage into man's newest frontier

for colonization, deep space.

Reaching out into other worlds from our desperately overcrowded planet, a series

of deep thrust telescopic probes have conclusively established a planet.

orbiting the star Alpha Centauri as the only one within range of our technology

able to furnish ideal conditions for human existence.

Even now, the family chosen for this incredible journey into space is

to take their final pre -liftoff physical tests.

The Robinson family was selected from more than two million volunteers for its

unique balance of scientific achievement, emotional stability, and

resourcefulness.

They will spend the five and a half years of their voyage frozen into a

suspended animation, which will terminate automatically as the

the atmosphere of the new planet.

This is Alpha Control.

We are at zero minus one hour and 15 minutes and still holding.

We have also encountered an electrical power failure in our computer at the

lunar tracking station.

Zero minus one hour and 15 minutes and still holding.

Here now is the Jupiter II.

The culmination of nearly 40 years of intensive research and the most

sophisticated piece of hardware yet devised by the mind of man.

Bold in concept, brilliant in execution, this most delicate yet most colossal of

instruments makes possible man's thrust into deep space and will soon set out on

its quest for a new world.

This super spaceship stands two stories high.

The upper level contains a fantastic, sophisticated guidance control system.

An electronic elevator connects both floors of the intergalactic vehicle.

The upper and lower levels are operationally self -contained.

Here on the lower deck, pulsating with unbelievable force, are the great atomic

motors that will power the ship to new worlds.

Spectacular but functional living quarters, including staterooms and

complete this level.

There is one additional member of this expedition an environmental control

Key among whose many vital functions will be the final analysis of the

environment of the new planet This historic flight preceded by nearly a

of intensive research and preparation has been shrouded by the most rigorous

security precautions

Other nations, in even more desperate need for breathing room on our

crowded planet, are racing the United States in this project.

Countries that would go to any lengths of sabotage.

is alpha control.

Zero minus one hour and 15 minutes.

And still holding.

Distance system destroyed.

Radio transmitter destroyed.

Cabin pressure control system destroyed.

Turn that thing off, soldier.

Sorry, Colonel, there is no personnel allowed in here after zero minus six

hours. Do you know who I am? Sir, I wouldn't care if you were president of

USA. I'd still have to put you under arrest.

Of course, that's your duty.

But just for the record, I came in here to check the helium -nitrogen ratio.

I had a sudden feeling I turned a valve the wrong way.

You know how it is when you get those feelings that won't let you sleep. I had

to come back and make sure.

Sorry, sir, but I still have to turn you over to the officer of the day.

Naturally. Don't apologize.

You've got your job and I've got mine, eh, soldier?

Aeolus 14 Umbra.

Aeolus 14 Umbra.

Reporting mission accomplished.

I have reprogrammed the robot.

His power has been activated.

Exactly eight hours after launch, the robot will destroy the spaceship with

hands aboard.

Repeat.

Eight hours after launch, the robot will destroy the spaceship.

This is Alpha Control.

All technical difficulties have been resolved and we are resuming countdown.

The count now stands at zero minus one hour and 14 minutes.

All systems are now green and go.

In these last minutes before liftoff, we're hoping to bring you a few words

the members of the brave family making this historic journey.

But I'm informed by Alpha Control that Dr. John Robinson, his wife Maureen, and

their three children, Judy, Penny, and Will, are still undergoing their pre

-liftoff final physical checks.

We heard.

We weren't worried, were we? No.

No need for any of you to worry about your physical condition.

You're all in top shape and ready to go.

I envy you your adventure.

Thank you, Doctor.

This is Alpha Control.

The Robinson family will prepare to board the space vehicle at once.

It is now zero minus 33 minutes and counting.

I should say something light and clever, shouldn't I?

I just can't. This is Alpha Control. The Robinson family will now board the

spacecraft.

by this time.

Sure. He's our pilot.

Only a matter of speaking.

Just in case something would happen to go wrong with the automatic guidance

system, which isn't very likely.

If you wake up and find me driving, he'll know you're in trouble.

Minus three minutes and counting.

Technicians complete. Final checkout.

Major.

Dr. Robbins.

Goodbye, General.

Yes.

Just taking a last look.

Everything snug and secure, I guess.

Ladies and gentlemen, the President of the United States.

Fellow Americans, friends all over the world, upon the success of this

mission... I'll get a picture.

...will depend whether the explosive increase of population on this planet

ultimately lead to a disaster from which none will be exempt or to a new dawn of

plenty for all of humanity.

None can predict the outcome of this audacious venture to the very stars.

To those who have staked their lives upon this bold expansion of man's

I humbly say, go in peace.

The prayers of mankind are with you.

Inspiring. Truly inspiring.

Leading disconnect check of non -flight systems.

All circuits off.

Power pack is removed.

This is alpha control.

Zero minus two minutes and counting.

You better hurry, Doc. Yes, yes. Coming right along.

In the following order, we'll enter freezing tubes and prepare for launch.

Will Robinson, Penny Robinson, enter tubes.

Dr.

Maureen Robinson, enter tube.

Miss Judy Robinson, enter tube.

minus 80 seconds range clearance to launch major donald west enter two

zero

minus 65 seconds

zero minus

55 seconds and counting Dr. John Robinson, enter two.

Zero minus 45 seconds.

Activate freezing units.

Electromagnetic miracles now come into play.

This cosmic glow, induced through the genius of advanced technology, will put

the Robinson family and Major West in limbo, enabling them to make an endless

flight while aging but a second in the time of man.

From this moment on, our space travelers will be in a state of suspended

animation, which will last for the next five and a half years.

Verify all hatches secured.

Get me out!

Zero minus 35 and counting.

Remove gas transfer and propellant vent umbilicals.

Zero minus 30.

25 20

seconds ten seconds nine eight

seven six five four

profiled properly.

The spaceship is now passing through the point of maximum dynamic pressure.

If it holds its present attitude, it will reach perfect escape velocity.

Remote readings here at Alpha Control appear normal with no indication of

change.

Medical telemeters show all members of the Robinson family are safe and well,

still in their total blackout of suspended animation.

Aeolus Fortinumbra.

Calling Aeolus Fortinumbra.

Aeolus Fortinumbra.

Come in, please.

Do you read me?

Mission accomplished.

Mission accomplished.

What do I do now?

What clever instructions do you have for me now?

How much more money are you going to pay me for this excursion?

The oldest 40 number.

Do you know where I am?

Do you know?

Incompleted circuit.

Damage may result.

Control systems operative.

Alpha Control.

Hello, Alpha Control.

This is Colonel Zachary Smith calling from Jupiter 2. Can you return us to

Earth? Repeat, can you return us to Earth?

Alpha Control, this is Jupiter 2.

Alpha Control, this is Lunar Tracking Station 2 Omega.

Go ahead lunar tracking. We've got a problem with the Jupiter to flight

It is now negative repeat negative at a lunar tracking Roger

we've been working on it. Our computers tell us there's close to 200

pounds excess weight aboard.

It has altered the flight pattern Alpha control

initiate an immediate course change Jupiter 2 is headed directly for a

meteor swarm negative vector controls aren't effective

Elevators here at Alpha Control show an outbreak of fire at the back of all

magna panels in the spaceship.

Unless fire extinguishing apparatus functions properly and control

occurs immediately, all hope is now gone.

Major West!

Major West!

Can you hear me?

Major West.

I am Major West.

Who are you?

Major West, you've got to take over the controls.

Fast!

Stay with it now.

What the devil are you doing up ward?

I was trapped just before liftoff. Your helium nitrogen ratio.

I neglected to adjust the balance control valve.

The hatch closed before I could.

It was horrible.

Well, your axle weight load, no wonder the automatic navigator didn't pull us

out of it in time.

Can you put us about?

Get us back home?

Can you?

What have you done to the transmitter?

I don't know.

I must have lost my head. I was trying to reach out for control.

Shoot us back forward.

Every second you waste sends us thousands of miles in the wrong

What are you doing?

Waking up the Robinsons.

No. Don't wake them. Why not?

It's their lives, too, and since I'm the only one who can pilot this ship, I'll

make the decisions.

Have it your way, then.

Make it a family outing.

Why not?

You'll be all right now.

Oh, dear, I'm fine.

You really had us worried.

Dr. Smith, you shouldn't be here at all.

Precisely the point I'm trying to make.

Without much success, I might add.

Where's Alpha Centauri?

It's out there.

Somewhere.

Gee, it looks like we're standing still.

Well, of course. We don't know how far yet.

Don's trying to determine whether we should return to Earth or not.

There's no question about what we must do.

You saw your wife's metabolic reaction to the suspended animation state?

I warn you, Robinson, she might not survive another such trauma.

Don't worry, darling. No matter what we decide, I won't let you back in that

tube.

The media's clobbered us.

Our whole control system is badly damaged.

You're supposed to be a space... Pilot and qualified, improvise something.

Train us around and get us back to Earth.

If I were you, Colonel, I'd keep my mouth shut.

Don!

You're responsible for this mess we're in.

Really, Major?

Have you bothered to wonder who revived you?

You tumbled out of there like a block of ice, dead as a coffee nail.

Who do you think brought you back to life?

Thanks.

Our payload was calculated to a fraction of an ounce.

Without his extra weight, we would have ducked the meteor storm automatically.

Maybe and maybe not.

But without me, not one of you would be alive now.

All right, Colonel Smith.

We're properly grateful.

Right now, we have to make a decision.

I'm not sure we should turn back, even if we can.

Look here.

You people volunteered for this expedition. I did not. I have no

here. I demand to be taken back to Earth.

Don, do you have any idea of our present position?

Not precisely.

we can calculate it. Luckily, the atomic clock is still working. It's nearly

eight hours since takeoff.

Now, these spectre tapes, they could be of help.

I was afraid of that. What is it? The tapes are damaged.

Well, is there any way we can prepare the inertial navigation system?

I can try, but it means shutting off the artificial gravity for a while.

All right, do it.

Will, Penny!

Now, listen.

We're not going to have any gravity for a while, so we're all going to have to

hang on.

Oh, boy!

That looks like fun.

Would you like to try it?

Having fun out there?

Look out, you're going to bump into each other.

Now,

who's the doctor, you or me?

But they told us in one of the briefings.

Would you like me to teach you to program him to play chess?

You play chess, don't you?

Ever play on a three -dimensional board?

Did you know that I was the grandmaster of the Oxford University Chess Society

for three years running?

Oh, that.

You have to disconnect it when you want to teach him something, or he's apt to

go right off and do it.

Chessboard or no chessboard?

My dad said you were left aboard when you came down to adjust the helium

-nitrogen intake.

That's right.

But the helium -nitrogen intake valve's on the upper level.

Oh?

Well, who said anything about the intake valve?

It's the emergency supply I was concerned about.

Oh. Then I'd better go back and tell them they were wrong about you.

Wrong?

Why, what did they say?

Major West said that when he went to cadet school, an excuse like yours

have got him out of Sunday Chapel.

He said that, did he?

Well, that's the military mind for you.

Kill or be killed.

That's all they understand.

Oh, but he's not like that.

Wait a minute.

Say that again.

I said he's not like that.

That's what I was afraid of.

Open your mouth a minute.

How long have you had that?

Had what?

That touch of virus on your tongue.

I don't know.

Well, you can feel it, can't you?

I guess so.

I must have been blind not to spot it before liftoff.

I thought freezing kills any virus.

You thought.

It's a good thing I'm the doctor, not you.

Do you know what that virus would have done while the rest of your body was in

state of metabolic deanimation?

Just taking it over bit by bit.

After five years, there'd be nothing left but the metal in your spacesuit.

All the rest of you would be one big, raging mass of iris.

I'd better go and tell your mom and dad.

We've got to return to Earth immediately.

But... Stay right there.

In quarantine.

I'm an officer in the United States Space Corps, not a school bus driver.

I'd like conditions to be perfect, but just because they're not isn't reason

enough for me to abort a $30 billion mission.

Major, that $30 billion is just as much my money as it is yours, and I don't

like to waste it either.

But I'd gladly waste a hundred times that much to safeguard my family.

Now, I say we turn back.

Don't you have an opinion?

No, I don't.

Not until we've checked every component inside out and know exactly how we

stand. And then?

And then I'll let the computer make the final decision.

And will the computer also take into consideration a man's love and concern

his family?

Or has all that been put into cold storage for the duration?

Maureen, we knew perfectly well what we were getting into.

Dr. Smith, is it possible that certain parts of the body don't reanimate as

quickly as others?

The heart, for instance?

Mrs. Robinson.

I'm afraid the decision no longer rests in your hands.

Or the computer's.

What do you mean?

Your son.

What about him? Oh, there's no cause for alarm. Not yet at any rate.

Stop it! Stop it! I order you to stop!

Negative.

abort abort abort

It's incredible.

Not one constellation you can recognize.

Where are we?

Will. Where's Will?

Will!

Am I still in quarantine?

Quarantine? It's nothing.

Nothing that matters now.

Station Copernicus. Jupiter 2 moving at incredible speed. Far off course, beyond

range of our tracking instruments.

White House, this is Alpha Control.

Message for President on Scrambler.

Mr. President, status control on Jupiter 2.

As of this moment, the spacecraft has passed the limits of our galaxy.

It's presumed to be hopelessly lost in space.

I'm sure it's the NGS scanner. If you can fix it, we might be able to tell who

we are.

I'll do my best.

Look, for the last time, spacewalking's part of my business.

Let me do it.

Now, we've been through that.

You're the only one that can pilot the ship.

I'm expendable and you're not.

You all right?

I feel as if I were hit by a truck.

Can you see the scanner?

Yes. It's damaged, all right.

Can you fix it?

You sure could try.

What can we do?

How can we get a line to him?

By rocket gun.

If he doesn't drift too far away.

Keep talking.

John, we're going to get a line to you.

By rocket gun.

Strange. I must have picked it up by reflex.

But I'm only trying to make myself useful.

Tell John I'm coming out to shoot him this fair line.

Don's going to suit up now.

He's going to shoot you this fair line with a rocket gun.

No, not Don. He's got to stay with the ship.

There is something useful you can do, Doctor.

Suit up.

Aye.

In the airlock?

My dear man, in the first place, I am not an official member of this

And in the second, I'm simply not conditioned for it.

The heart, at my age, it could go at once. For this ancient body... Don,

losing him!

Don, let me do it. I know I can.

That's all right, Judy.

Mother, I can do it. Go ahead, my dear.

He's ready.