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The time is now 2100 hours, and all is well.

Warning! Warning!

Warning! Warning!

Warning! Warning! Warning!

Warning!

I think I'm coming. You are correct, Professor Robinson.

I have additional information.

Don't keep it to yourself. Let's have it. The orbit of this planet is highly

eccentric. Its properties are also chemically unstable.

Meaning? That its present speed and flight path indicate that this planet

the comet are on a collision course.

A collision course?

With what?

Use your eyes, Dr. Smith.

God, there's a comet heading this way.

We must prepare for catastrophe.

No, for immediate departure. And within an hour.

I can already feel the heat.

All right, we've already been briefed on emergency liftoff procedures.

Let's get going. I'll start packing.

Done.

You better help me with the weather station equipment, Dr. Smith.

But I'm not great. Dr. Smith, in times of emergency, one may dispense with

formal attire.

Launch time is T minus 50 and counting.

That except power check and ignition.

Now, if that comet's orbit will stay put long enough for us to get clear... The

only thing that'll change it is the gravitational pull of this planet.

Not much we can do about that.

Robot, report.

Robot secured in magnetic lock.

Launch time, T minus one minute and counting.

Maureen?

Yes, dear.

Final check.

Hardest safety?

Yes. Harness safety go. All right. Now, to get free of that comet's pull, we're

going to maintain escape velocity until further notice.

That means harness is on until further notice.

Right. We're all set.

Ten seconds.

Still with us. Getting closer.

Well, then there's just one other chance.

Pull forward, Frost.

We've got to try to build up enough inertial drive to swing over it.

We'll pull with you around.

and how much longer we can last. What's burning up?

Let's try retro.

We maintain full forward thrust until we've built up enough inertial drive.

I need water. I need air.

I'm shriveling. I'm parched.

My hands are withering before my eyes.

Dr. Smith, you stay right where you are.

cares. My seams have begun to melt.

out of the danger zone now.

Although it was exciting while it lasted.

It could have been the end for all of us, and you call it exciting. Oh, you

what I mean. Penny, Will, you want to see something interesting?

Sure. What?

Oh, it's a supernova.

Is it dangerous?

Right now, it's just exciting.

But if it gets too close, it could burn us up.

Hey, come on, I'm hungry.

You know, I thought we'd never get this galley going again.

We thought that way about the whole ship.

You were both wonderful. Not heroic?

Well, let me think about that.

Would you like some coffee?

Yes. Oh, good. Come on, kids, you're just in time. I've got some cookies and

milk here for you.

And as I cast these words adrift into space, I hope and pray that you, whoever

you may be, astral traveler or cosmic benefactor, will find them and deliver

from the virtual captivity in which I find myself.

You are planning to cast yourself adrift, Dr. Smith?

Not me, this, you bumbling crack of arrow.

Stand aside, Trumpy Trump.

Pressurize, depressurize, inside hatch, outside hatch.

These buttons are so confusing.

Quiet.

Would you like me to cross my sensors for you, Dr. Smith? I prefer to rely on

the winds of chance, not superstition.

Depressurize.

Now the outside hatch.

At your disposal, in space you will...

Dr. Smith is a prisoner a long way from home.

It's floating but not moving out.

The reason is obvious, Dr. Smith. It will require a gentle push to send it

space.

Warning, warning!

Looping pressure on the upper deck.

Thank you.

What went wrong?

It's the airlock. It's been behaving in a most abnormal manner.

I thought I heard the robot warning him.

Alas, poor robot. I knew him, Judy. My bosom companion, a fellow of the driest

wick. Dan, look!

According to Smith, that's the result of an abnormal airlock. An abnormal Smith.

We're losing him.

What do we do? Go on or go after him?

John, I think you'll be taking a big chance if you do.

We can't just leave him out there.

I'll suit up.

Get me some of your banthiest retro control.

All right, Johnny's all yours.

But make it fast.

Getting awfully close to that supernova.

I'm looking at it. That seems to be accelerating toward it.

Drawing them into it, I can't keep up with them.

Good luck.

Are you sure you're pressing the right button, William?

It would be dreadful if those buttons played the same trick on you as they did

on me.

Buttons don't play tricks, Dr. Smith. You must have done something wrong.

How could it have happened?

What an insidious trick of fate. Shut up, Smith.

Line's too short.

Give me some more forward thrust.

You don't have much time, John. That supernova's getting too close for

Come on, Dad.

Oh, John.

That could work.

I've got it!

Oh, goodness!

The hits are retros! We've got to pull away from that Nova!

Hang on, everyone.

The retro's not having any effect. Whatever's got the robot's got us, too.

Oh, no!

I think you'd better tell him to come in.

John, listen. We're getting some kind of magnetic pull from the supernova. The

retro for us won't pull us away.

You'd better get back.

I almost feel responsible.

John, you've got to hurry. That supernova's right on top of us.

emergency power.

All right, everybody, into your helmets.

You may lose pressure at any moment.

Do you need a bathroom shift? We have no lifeboats.

Yeah, stay with your lifeboats, Dr. Smith.

Use your helmet, Dad.

There's no power to take it through.

Caught between the devil and the deep black space.

You're welcome to abandon ship any time you want, Smith.

And never let it be said that Zachary Smith is not willing to share the fate

all.

John, you'd better check this radar.

There must be something out there.

Might be matter from that Nova.

Maybe it's the robot.

He might have been pulled in here, too.

There's one way to find out.

What a dark and depressing object.

It cannot be friendly.

It's getting closer.

Yeah, but it's not coming to us. We're going to it.

Look, it's going around us.

We're being pulled in magnetically.

I think we're getting a light signal.

This is the Jupiter Tomb.

Who are you?

in fair parts.

I mean, around again.

We'll make an expletive circle.

We're going to crash!

Give us all the retro power you've got, Lance. Maybe we'll cushion the impact

that way.

I'm all in one piece.

Doomed. We're doomed.

Oh, really, Dr. Smith? Can't you use some other word? Doomed is so final.

The only other word I can think of is extinction.

Give me a gun.

The rest of you, stand back.

Precautions are unnecessary, Professor Robinson.

It is only I.

Come in.

Hey, it's the robot. Robot.

Gee,

robot, we didn't think we'd ever see you again. Yeah, what happened?

Like you, I was drawn through the supernova by the magnetic pull of the

ship. High time you got back here, you negligent ninny, deserting the ship when

all hands were needed.

Speaking of hands.

This ship we're on, robot, can you tell us something about it? A meager amount.

The Jupiter's lower hatch will give you ingress into the upper hatch of the

vehicle on which we are presently located. The atmosphere within said

will support terrestrial life for a limited time. That is all.

Well, we're more interested in finding out whether or not there's any

equipment that we could salvage to put to use in the Jupiter, robot.

I have no data on that.

Is there any form of life down there?

Data, no data.

Indeed. What are you, a minor bird?

Do I look like a minor bird?

Ah!

All right, now, Don and I are going down to have a look.

Chances are we won't be able to communicate with each other, so the

stand guard on the lower deck till we return.

We should be in about 30 minutes.

John.

Nothing. Just my female anxiety showing.

I knew it looked marvelous.

There must be hundreds of them throughout the ship. Yeah

You are instructed to step on this pedestal.

You will henceforth be designated...

You will henceforth be

designated as 210703, Alpha Blue Section.

All required directives will be instructed into you during the first

period. First freezing period?

Do not attempt to speak.

You were given that opportunity before you were sentenced here.

Sentenced? This must be some kind of automated prison ship.

Well, the fuel electrode's loose.

210703, alpha blue section, secure.

All hatches, secure.

Must be some kind of deep freeze regulator.

Do you think you'll understand if we question him?

Where do we find the warden?

We want to find the warden, the head man.

Hear no, see no, speak.

The warden's office.

Except the warden's a computer.

This entire ship has been automated from stem to stern.

By freezing the prisoners, no hunger strikes, riots, or escapes to worry

They've also frozen their time -lapse chronometer.

Well, maybe it just stopped working.

In which case, those poor devils are liable to remain here forever.

From what we see with the layout, the propulsion unit should be forward.

We ought to be able to get something out of there.

You should know more now than you did before about what's down there, robot.

A mere soup's on, Will Robinson.

Oh, come on, don't go all French on me. Just give me the facts.

I sense the presence of Major West and Professor Robinson below, but not their

precise location.

Well, I know that.

What else?

A kindred spirit.

A what?

A robot.

However, his programming and mine are worlds apart.

Is there anything new?

Just that there's another robot down there. I'm sure he's an improvement on

model. Dr.

Smith, we've got to go down there and warn Dad and Don.

I couldn't agree more. You, sir, go below.

Dr. Smith, you can't let him go down there alone. If he goes, you're going to

have to go with him. I suppose it would be a kind of adventure.

But I'd hate to deprive you of the opportunity.

We'll match for it.

Raisin or plain?

I'll take raisin.

Plane, you go.

But you won.

I did.

So I did.

But I thought... It's all right.

I'll go.

Come on, robot.

Just a moment, will you?

Perhaps I'd better go with you.

Your mother will say I encouraged you if I let you go alone.

Okay.

Time to die.

Dr. Smith, you are in the presence of alien felons who have been frozen while

they served their time.

They are harmless for the moment.

Do you have any idea how long they've been here, robot?

The period of their sentence is indicated on those pedestal dials.

is my computation that there is a faulty circuit in the timing system.

The clocks have been stopped for hundreds of years.

With the clock stopped, they'll be here forever.

Forever is a long time.

Follow me.

No, I think he's just programmed to watch prisoners

Just what the doctor ordered for our alien jiver.

How about that?

How about this?

What do you think would happen if we borrowed this?

I'd say there'd be at least two backup systems to replace it.

Well, seeing there's no one we can ask, what are we waiting for? Tools.

prisoners on this ship.

The actual count, Will Robinson, is 9 ,874.

I am picking up vibrations that Professor Robinson came this way.

Possible harm could there be in a man who plays cat's cradle.

Poor devil.

But I'm not much better off than he is, really.

Be of good cheer, my frosty friend.

There.

Your turn.

frightened you master out of my wits i'm sorry i did not mean it i didn't want

to harm you master the cat's cradle it's biting into my neck it is oh sorry it

makes me master look at me do i look like

one who would commit a crime no no innocent as the day i was born

As gentle as the days long, harmless, tender, a prince of virtue.

Not unjust?

That I should be condemned for none of crime?

Yes, yes, terribly unjust.

It was, of course, a case of mistaken identity.

They thought, like another criminal, looks like fancy.

And I can prove that. You can?

How? If only I could speak to the members of the prison board.

Because I know that I could prove my innocence.

The moment I step off this pedestal, it will alert the guard, and he's one who

listens only to his own word, and he will prevent me from pleasing my cause.

Help me, master.

Help me. I can't. But I don't know how.

I'm really a stranger here, you know.

Express only your willingness.

until I return?

I won't move, I promise you.

Because if you step off this pedestal, it will alert the guard, and he might

very well condemn you to frozen sleep.

Violence to the right of me.

Violence to the left of me.

I can't stand it.

What's that?

It is an alarm.

A prisoner has escaped.

I sure wish we could find Dr. Smith. I don't know what could have happened to

him.

He is the responsibility of the robot guard. Our primary objective is to find

Professor Robinson and Major West.

And Dr.

Smith. Oh, yes. How could I forget him?

But the sooner we get out of here, the better. Yeah, I'll take these. You get

the rest. Okay.

Don't kill me.

Kill you, master?

Where ever did you get such an idea?

Just because you deserted your post?

I can explain, Mr. Van Dyck. It's very tight.

Those alarm bells.

Tell me, master. Do you think there is a way to keep them from ringing?

Splendid idea.

Then I will go with you.

No!

No, please!

Oh, no.

Oh, no, please, Mr. Van Dyck.

No! No, not back on there.

It's so cold.

You would like to prove your loyalty to me, wouldn't you, master?

Why, yes, yes, of course. Then...

It's so cold.

I'm very delicate, you know.

I might catch a chill.

I shall make it quick and painless for you, master. Cheer up.

It is not as though it was forever.

Oh, no!

It is forever.

The regulating clock. It's broken.

It's stopped.

You touch me, master.

Right here.

I thought you were just another one of the prisoners.

In a manner of speaking, Mr. Ponzi, I am a prisoner, unjustly incarcerated,

like you.

Is that the truth?

Prison walls, prison walls.

How well I know that feeling.

Allow me to introduce myself, Mr. Ponzi. I am Dr.

Zachary Smith.

What was your crime, Zachary?

Crime?

I'm as innocent of wrongdoing as you are, Mr. Patrick.

Then, Zachary, we shall indeed be friends.

did, I guess.

You got the engine part.

They'll have to wait. Right now, we've got to find Don.

Dad, we've got to find Dr. Smith, too.

Why not?

We repeat the question.

What is your number?

And I repeat the answer.

I don't have a number. Why do you persist in trying to deceive us?

On this Bethel, there are prisoners.

only. No others.

Again, what is your number? For your information, I'm not a prisoner. I'm a

space tramp.

The prisoner is being too imaginative.

Records do not lie.

I'm one of the exceptions that proves that they do.

Your number is A39BQ164Z09.

Your name is Fancy.

Your birthplace is the planet Vera.

Tried, found guilty, and sentenced to the frozen sleep for 200 years.

You attempted to escape, which you should know is impossible.

Have you anything to say in your defense?

Lenny, my name's West.

I was born on the planet Vera.

of some spare propulsion equipment for our ship, the Jupiter II.

Silence! Silence!

Silence! Fancy! Fancy!

Can't you understand? Your animated system got followed up. Your clock

years ago.

You don't know what you're doing or where you're going.

Contempt! Contempt! Take the prisoner away.

His sentence will be doubled.

Sentence will be doubled.

Sentence will be doubled.

way to break out of here.

Get your spaceship and fly back to Vera.

No, no, Mr. Fancy, old boy.

Not Vera.

Earth. Vera!

Earth.

Well,

perhaps you might make a short top over at Vera, wherever that is.

But I must tell you, Mr. Fancy, I happen to be in a position to grant all of you

an official parole once we return to Earth.

Parole?

I shall have been due for parole in this year. That clock won't tell you

anything. That's what I tried to communicate to you. That clock is

been broken for 200 years.

200 years?

Then I shall have been freed.

Right there.

Him, he shall have been freed.

All of us shall have been freed.

Come on, Zachary.

Get the clock.

We are taking over this entire brig.

amnesty. But Dr. Smith, they're prisoners.

Not anymore. We are free men.

Come on, men.

Don't come any closer.

You're looking for trouble?

No, but you are.

And that goes for you too, Smith.

I represent these men as legal counsel, and I'm happy to say that they're

willing to die for their cause.

We have waited long enough.

And that clock, that's what did it.

Give me one minute. No!

What is one minute after 200 years?

As useful citizens of your communities, you will report to Bay Z9 for a change

of clothing and the funds which will enable you to make a new start.

Good luck to you all.

The prison ship Veracastle will shortly be homeward bound.

I want to thank you from my heart

on behalf of my men and myself.

You did a beautiful job.

His sensors indicate that there is only one unrehabilitated criminal type left,

and that is you.

Exchange him.

Make him let me go.

What is he saying?

He said, you will be back.

They all come back.

Good luck, Mr. Fancy. Find your new start.

New start?

and it seems to be working just fine.

Any chance of a start, Vic? Uh -uh. Not likely till we regain our original

flight path.

Keep her on course. I'll get the start chart.

And there I was.

Trapped in that grisly chamber of horrors with no hope of rescue.

But my ready wit and resourcefulness, not to mention my personal courage, came

to my aid.

And I was able to take control of a situation which might have held

Warning! Warning!

Warning! Will you stop that, you nervous mini? There is an object in full view

on the starboard bow.

Stand by for collision.

Maybe it's a message from a shipwrecked astronaut.

You might be right about that, sir.

Mr. Smith, why don't you suit up and go on out there and get it? You do know how

to work that airlock, don't you?

I suggest that we forget it, Professor.

and proceed on our appointed...