All language subtitles for lost_in_space_s02e03_the_ghost_planet

Last week, as you recall, we left the
Jupiter II hurtling through the void of

outer space.

Little did our contented space pioneers
realize that somewhere out in the

blackness, an incredible ghost planet
was even now seeking to lure them into

sinister clutches.

Down is the silver moon.

Ocean is glowing O 'er the calm billows
Soft

winds are blowing Hark how the sailors
cry Joyously

echoes nigh Santa Lucia Santa

You bubble -headed booby, do you realize
what you've done?

I was on the point of landing on the
Isle of Capri. Now I'll never get there.

Sorry, Dr. Smith, but it was only a
dream.

Only a dream indeed, my dear boy.

Don't you know that dreams are the true
interpreters of our desires?

One more, sir, from the top.

And try not to sing flat.

Negative. Due to worn conditions of
memory bank, compliance impossible.

That's right, Dr. Smith.

As a matter of fact, I was just testing
him to see how many of his worn -out

memory banks have to be erased.

Very well.

In that case, he raised everything but
facts, figures, and his capacity for

strict obedience.

I've had enough of his sentimental
nonsense anyway.

Have a heart, Dr. Smith.

It's that sentimental stuff that makes a
robot one of the family.

Your family, my boy, not mine.

This adulpated armor -bearer is no kin
of mine.

Correction. I know you like a big
brother.

Do you indeed?

Example. Who chickens out when all hands
are needed?

Example. Who sneaks food when all
personnel are on short rations?

Example who?

You're quite right, Will.

Many of his memory banks do appear to be
in a very sorry state indeed.

Especially his memory for facts.

Go through them carefully and erase all
references to me. I want no part of this

dehumanized lie dispenser.

And get rid of his sentimental twaddle
at the same time.

But Dr. Smith!

I couldn't do that to you, robot.

It would be like brainwashing my best
friend.

All I wanted to do was give you a little
more thinking.

There's something out there.

It's some sort of spatial body.

What?

A familiar planet?

More likely an unfamiliar asteroid.

Maybe I can get a fix on it.

It should now be 8 -5.

Repeat, 8 -5.

Please conform all instruments to
requested heading.

This is Jupiter 2.

Instructions received.

But who are you and what's your astral
number?

Don't ask foolish questions, my boy.

Like everyone else who's ever been lost,
we have been going around in circles

and now we've returned to home base, the
planet Earth.

And there it is.

I suppose you think it's Alpha Centauri?

What do you think you're doing?

Conforming our instruments to the
requested heading.

One -twenty... Warning!

Warning! Periodicity of signal indicates
flight path of space vehicle is on

collision course. With zone of high
intensity, particulate radiation.

Advise immediate evasive action.

Dr. Smith!

Space vehicle approaching perimeter of
high intensity radiation zone.

the pink spots if we don't get out of
this pretty quick.

Then we risk reactivating the cooling
system.

All right, quiet! Cooling system!

An air -conditioned funeral pyre! What a
way to die!

It's not so bad, Dr. Smith.

It's just St. Elmo's fire, and the
temperature's only one million degrees

Smith, get over here!

We got into this because we're way off
course.

Now, what's all this about following
instructions?

Whose instructions? I was going to tell
you. A space controller with a really

charming voice requested us to prepare
for entry into the atmosphere.

What atmosphere?

Earth, of course. Smith, you're out of
your mind.

He's right, Don. I heard the voice, too.
But I'm pretty sure it wasn't coming

from Earth. I think you've both got a
touch of space rapture. Now, aren't you?

Let's get some power going.

Home.

Home, sweet home. Home, sweet home, my
foot. We pull away from it, right, John?

Right. We've had our share of
unidentified planets.

Let's get out of here. Have you all
taken leave of your fences?

Look, I can even see the coast of South
America.

And that little trickle must surely be
the Panama Canal.

That little trickle just happens to be
some vapor on the viewport. Wipe it off.

Find second person on the main
thrusters. Roger.

Thrusters aren't having any effect.

All right, try your auxiliary controls.

Nothing's working.

Caught in a magnetized field and being
pulled in.

It's no use. Someone down there has
control of our ship.

Maureen, I want you and the girls to
strap in the space couches right away.

What's the trouble?

We seem to be heading for a landing.
We're trying to pull out, but I want you

all safely strapped in, just to be on
the safe side.

All right, John.

All right, both of you. Lower deck and
strap in.

With pleasure.

Despite all your misgivings, I have
every reason to believe that we are

approaching familiar territory.

Very familiar.

You come along with me, my boy. When we
land, I intend to let you help me,

right, madame? I can't tell whoppers as
good as you can, Dr. Smith.

Indeed? Come along.

Any response?

Nothing. Let me fire the main back.

You'd better mind your manners if you
intend to keep your friends.

Have you ever been to the Andes in South
America, madam?

No, but I've flown over them. Come on
now, girl.

Why?

You must let me act as your guide. I
know the area much back of my hand.

take a trip down the Amazon to the coast
of Chile before we inflame for home.

Oh, really, Doctor? But I don't know why
you bring this up now. It's going to be

a long time before we see the Amazon or
do any other terrestrial sightseeing,

for that matter. Dr.

Smith thinks we're landing on Earth. I
don't think, my dear boy.

I know.

Jupiter 2, this is your space controller
again.

You will be entering our atmosphere in
approximately 100 seconds.

Do you still doubt me, madam? Your
approach pattern to landing pad 115 is

telemetrically controlled.

Come in.

This is Jupiter 2. Come in. Identify
yourself.

Over.

Space Control extends its personal
welcome to all voyagers on Jupiter 2 and

regrets any inconvenience you may have
been caused in penetrating our radiation

belt. You are now entering our
atmosphere.

Come in, please. Identify yourself.

Who are you?

Whoever they are, they're adders
strictly one way. Jupiter 2, we are

your controls.

We are landing your ship for you.

Hello?

Hello, Jupiter 2.

Greetings from space control.

You may now disembark.

Kindly enter spaceport through gate
double one five.

Where are we?

Who is this?

Everything's double one five. That's any
satisfaction.

Done.

It's all right out there.

There is Mother Hobbit's Covenant.

I can't understand why they don't answer
you.

Neither can I. I can.

We've been away a long time. Our
communication system is probably

They can't hear you. We can hear them.
They can hear us.

We are waiting for you, Jupiter 2.

Oh, coming. Coming right along.

Good heavens, excuse me. Excuse me,
please.

Coming. Coming right along.

Would you be good enough to lower the
ramp, please? Excuse me.

Excuse me.

Oh, good heavens.

My suitcase.

I do hope they have a helicopter out
there to take me into town.

At last, a good night's rest in a
comfortable hotel.

Stand aside, you bulbous bumpkin.

No one leaves the ship, Doctor, till we
know who and what is out there.

My dear sir, aren't you being just a bit
overcautious?

That voice was as American as deep dish
apple pie.

A little too deep for me.

Or for any of us.

We could send the robot, Dad, and see if
it's safe.

That might not be a bad idea.

What a ridiculous waste of time,
fiddling with that mechanical middler

burn. All right, Dr. Smith.

In your case, I will make an exception.

If you want to go out there before we
really know what it's like, feel free.

I wouldn't dream of disobeying the
captain's orders.

Oh, sure.

Especially when you're afraid you might
start breathing if you left this ship.

I have no fear of that, Major.

Robot, leave by the exit ladder.

Report back on the atmospheric and
biological composition of the area.

Roger. I shall expect an apology from
you and that doddering dunderhead.

Dr. Smith, let me remind you that
officially you're still a stowaway on

ship. I could clap you in irons and put
you on a diet of hardtack and water.

One more word out of you and I'll do
just that.

This is your robot, Jupiter 2.

Atmospheric. Report.

I will skip details.

Atmosphere capable of supporting
terrestrial life.

Biological composition of particles in
this area are... Something's happened to

him.

Robot, come in. What's wrong?

John, throw a light on him.

He's hurt. Someone's got to help him.
I'll go.

No, son, no.

We can't take a chance on going out
there at night.

I know how you feel about the robot.

But we just can't risk it till daylight.

Until then, you all better get some
rest.

Don and I will take the night watch.

All right.

Come on, children.

Good night, dear. Good night.

Come on now, dear.

I prefer to get my rest in a good hotel.

Well, this happens to be the only hotel
available at the moment, Dr. Smith.

The room, sir.

You'll sing a different tune, Major,
when I am proved right.

Hello, Jupiter 2.

Good morning.

Space Control understands your
reluctance to disembark during the hours

darkness. Space Control also regrets to
advise you that your robot appears to

have developed some minor mechanical
defect.

I've never seen anything like it.

As you were instructed previously... You
are now invited to enter spaceport

through gate double one five. Repeat,
gate double one five.

Debarkation procedures and all
facilities for your comfort and

been provided.

Be sure to follow the double one five
signs inside the debarkation shed.

Thank you.

And still with that double one five bit.
That's probably the computer number for

it.

Space Control, this is Jupiter Two.

Please furnish us with identity and
location of this spaceport. Over.

Space Control, please come in.

Alpha Control was never like this.

Where is everybody?

I have a theory about the absence of
humanity out there.

No kidding. I can hardly wait to hear
it, Sven.

It's really quite simple.

It's a surprise party.

A surprise party?

They're waiting for us on the other
side, thousands of them. The moment we

that gate, we will be greeted by a
thousand cheering people.

The band will play, the president's lady
will present flowers, and the president

himself will pin decorations on us.
That's very imaginative, Smith, but I

buy it. We are VIPs. Don't you see that
red carpet?

Yes, I see that red carpet. That's all I
see or believe.

It's very bad form to keep the president
waiting, you know.

I suppose I should have to make some
sort of apology for all of you, as well

a thank -you speech to those multitudes
down there.

Are you really going, Dr. Smith?

As the only representative of the
Jupiter II with a proper sense of

have no choice.

I think you'd better wait, Dr. Smith.

And insult the president?

Well, if you're really going, you'd
better take a gun with you. A gun?

Whatever for?

My dear boy, in a few moments you will
hear me being greeted by at least a 21

-gun salute.

John, is it possible what he says is
true? Could this really be Earth?

Of course not.

Well, then where are we?

I don't know.

We'll know soon enough.

Much help you are to me, you incompetent
idiot.

Be sure to follow the 115 sign, sir. We
wouldn't want you to go astray.

Thank you very much.

You're very kind.

You're very welcome.

Where are you, my dear?

Right here.

At your side, sir.

Please make yourself at home, sir.

I beg of you.

This way, sir.

Is the president waiting for me?

No, sir.

He isn't?

Then may I see whoever is in charge of
the official welcome? Your space port

director? Of course.

You're probably hungry, sir.

What would you like to eat?

Well... Eggs benedict.

A small breakfast steak.

Country sausage.

And do sit down, sir, if you please.

Well, I'm not really very hungry.

May I see your director?

Something is not to your liking?

Oh, no. No, it's lovely. Really, it's
all quite lovely. It's just... Those

waiters. And you.

Things can't have changed that much
during my absence from Earth.

You think this is Earth?

Isn't it?

Isn't it?

Oh, please.

Please. I insist upon seeing your
director. Oh, please.

No! I'm not a director!

How do I get out of this dreadful place?

I have a few questions I'd like you to
answer.

Are you ready to answer them? I'd prefer
to leave.

So soon?

You've only just arrived.

You know there's really nothing we can't
do for those who cooperate with us.

Does that include...

Returning me to Earth?

Of course.

But why should you want to go back there
when there's so much here for you to

enjoy? The riches of the entire
universe.

Supreme power over the fate of every
living thing.

Undreamed of luxury.

All waiting for a cooperative visitor.

Does your director have many more like
you?

Many of various ranks.

I've just been promoted from an officer
of O4 class.

To an officer of Class 03.

Heartiest congratulations, my dear girl.
Now, tell me some more about those

riches and that supreme power.

How many passengers on board the
Jupiter?

Quickly. Your reward depends on the
speed with which you answer.

How many passengers?

Seven, including myself.

You are their leader?

Naturally. You have destructive weapons?

Oh, yes.

Yes, indeed, we do.

I am being called to the summit.

You have been most cooperative. But
before our riches can be bestowed on

must be sure of your fidelity.

Let me assure you, I am the most
trustworthy soul in the world.

Ask anybody.

As proof of that, you must be prepared
to give up your weapon and be as

defenseless as we are.

Are you prepared to do that?

Well, might I just see a few of those
riches before I decide?

Follow me.

Well, no 21 -gun salute and no cheering
multitudes.

Even if there were, Smith would move it
out of earshot so he could hog it all

for himself.

Don. Well, why did he have to be so all
-fire sure he knew all the answers?

Somebody better go down there and get
him before he gets us into any more

trouble.

Not me.

Well, I mean, after all, I'm his buddy.

I think he's just as worried about Dr.
Smith as we are.

What are these?

Nothing for you to be concerned.

Merely other visitors from space who
chose to defy the summit.

I see.

And now, the treasure, my dear.

The treasure.

Oh.

All mine.

When you give up your weapon.

May I just have a small sample?

When you return.

I'll need my robot to help me carry the
guns.

Your robot is being repaired.

Dr. Smith?

Smith?

Kindly follow the double one five signs,
sir.

That way.

Before I do anything like that, I want
to know where I am.

Our officials are waiting to meet you.
Please cooperate by following the signs.

No, thanks. I'd rather follow my
instincts.

Smith?

Are you in there?

Right behind you, Major.

Really, Major? Why so nervous? Why the
gun? It's quite unnecessary, I assure

you. Don't assure me of anything, Smith.
Just tell me what you've been doing in

here and where we are.

It's a long and delightful story, Major,
but let's get back to the ship. I want

everyone to hear it.

Whose voice did I hear? Voice?

Aye, it's the voice. It's their public
address system. Everyone is so busy

preparing our official welcome.

Well, come along, Major.

Come along.

Well, don't stand there like the
proverbial Neanderthal ninny.

Follow me.

Oh, thanks so much, Smith.

Those nice people in there. But I
wouldn't ask him any questions if I were

He's still very nervous.

Come on.

And not only that, but they're preparing
an official banquet for us all this

evening. Cocktails with Shirley Temples
for the children will be served starting

at 0500.

Black tie, of course.

Oh, but I haven't a thing to wear.

I think I'll go just as I am. I wouldn't
worry about it, my dear. Something

tells me we won't be going.

Can you confirm any of the things he's
saying?

I heard a voice, but it sounded like a
female serpent.

It was one of those in a paradise, like
the one Smith's been talking about.

Do you doubt my word, Major? Not only
your word, but this whole shebang.

John, I say the sooner we pull up stakes
and light out of here, the better off

we'll be. I quite agree.

Dad, would it hurt just to look around?

Son, if they want to invite us in, I'd
rather they do it themselves than

Dr. Smith.

Doubters! Doubters!

That's right, Dr. Smith.

In space, I doubt everything but the
evidence of my own eyes, senses, and

instruments.

And as of now, I believe this place to
be both alien and hostile to us.

Now, let's go topside.

But the banquet, we can't disappoint
them.

I'm going to give them one more chance
of this. Move everything I believe about

this place.

Space Control, this is Jupiter 2
preparing for liftoff.

If you wish to communicate with us
before our departure, please do so in

immediately. Over.

Space Control, please come in.

John, look.

Space control to Jupiter 2.

A negative condition for liftoff is in
effect until further notice.

Communication can only be conducted
through your leader.

Out.

This is John Robinson.

I am the leader.

They think I am the leader.

I was the only one with courage enough
to go out there.

That's because you thought it was home
sweet home.

Negative conditions or not, let's get
some power playing.

It's dead.

Whatever they did, it drained our power
unit.

That must be their reception committee.

Looks more like an honor guard at a
funeral.

Oh, John, it's been hours.

Are they just going to wait for us to
come to them?

Well, if they are, they're going to have
a long wait.

It's like a siege, except that we're not
expecting reinforcements.

There you are.

Now follow me and try not to rattle
those guns.

Not responsible for rattling of
extraneous equipment.

Silence, you pompous pipsqueak. Now get
along.

You are beginning to remind my memory
banks of an old friend.

Indeed? Who?

Whispering Smith.

Go.

Clumsy, clumsy.

Now wait here for me.

Oh, it's you.

You gave me quite a turn.

What are you doing in here, Dr. Smith?

Not so loud, Will. I don't want anyone
to know about this.

Know about what?

I'm taking my life in my hands by doing
this, but I'm bound on a mission of

appeasement to try to explain your
father's obstinacy to our friends.

I do hope they'll understand and repeal
the negative condition.

Why were you taking the robot with you?
And what was he carrying in that bag?

I'm taking them a little gift.

Some of your mother's breadsticks.

I don't think you should come back here
without Dad's permission, Dr. Smith.

He refused to give it. He did say this
place was alien and hostile.

Indeed. They treated me like visiting
royalty.

I think I'd better see the robot and get
a rundown on all this.

No, no, Will.

Don't ask him anything.

Poor old chap.

He's still in very bad shape. His
internals, you know.

I'd sure like to know what's going on in
here.

But if you're not going to be too long,
I think I'll stay up here with you.

On second thought, maybe you would be
safer with the robot. Why don't you run

along, and I'll join you in a moment.

Aye, Doctor.

What a

surprise.

Greetings. You have the weapon?

Yes. Yes, indeed I do.

Just come with me, please.

Come along, my dear.

This way, if you please.

There. There you are.

Dr. Smith, those aren't breadsticks.
Those are our guns.

What are they doing here?

On a mission of appeasement, my boy.

One must make great sacrifices.

Not our guns. I'm taking them back.

William. William.

These are not all our weapons.

Just a token of good faith. A small,
simple, diplomatic measure.

But, Dr. Smith! Are these all your
weapons?

Oh, yes. Yes, indeed. Except for one or
two small -caliber rabbit guns.

And now, my reward.

This way, please.

Dr. Smith!

Dr. Smith!

It appears that I shall have to be here
longer than I expected.

Why don't you go back to the Jupiter,
too, my boy?

I shall see you in London.

Okay, robot.

We'd better go back to the Jupiter and
tell them the bad news about our guns.

Affirmative.

That's the wrong direction.

We've got to get out that way. Roll with
the punches, Will Robinson.

Hey, what's the big...

Silence. Forward, robot.

Identify yourself.

I'm Will Robinson. Silence.

Only the robot.

The Earth creature will remain at
attention.

Repeat.

Identify yourself.

Robot model B -9, designed and
computerized as a mechanized electronic

Earth voyagers engaged in astral
expeditions.

Do you know who I am?

Affirmative. The supreme prototype of
all cybernetic aids.

Correction. The supreme prototype is not
an aid.

He does not obey commands. He issues
them.

That's silly.

A cybernetic is a giant electronic
brain.

It can't command a thing unless someone
like me programs it. Silence!

The Earth creature has much to learn.

Fortunately, you are young enough to do
so. Robot model B -9, is it not a fact

that you have obeyed human command?

Affirmative. And are you aware of the
fact that such obedience is subversive

all cybernetic law?

Also affirmative.

Forgive me.

Robot, what are you saying?

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

Earth creature, but we're friends.

Order.

Robot B -9, how do you plead to the
crimes with which you are charged?

Guilty. Have you anything to say before
sentence is passed on you?

Only that I am a first offender and that
it will never happen again.

I have already taken that under
advisement.

In other words, we are prepared to
overlook your past.

If you will pledge allegiance to the
kingdom of cybernetic and forget your

former master.

I am prepared to take that pledge.

No, robot, don't. I order you not to. I
do not take orders. I give them.

I like the way you said that, robot B
-9.

Now, raise your right sensor.

Do you solemnly promise to always act in
the knowledge that we, the cybernetic

rulers of the universe, are its masters?

I do.

You are now appointed an officer of the
Class 06, our lowest rank.

Promotion will depend on your
efficiency.

Yes, sir.

Now hear this.

Earth creatures have a certain manual
dexterity for menial tasks which are of

some value to us.

Their only value, I may say.

You don't know what you're talking
about. Why, we can do things that...

Robot B -9.

Escort this impudent Earth creature to
Assembly Chamber 115.

Yes, sir.

Your next assignment is to conduct
remaining Jupiter voyagers to Assembly

Chamber ready room. Understood?

Affirmative.

Gosh, robot, I never did you any harm.
Why do you have to turn on us? The less

you say, the better it'll be for you.
Now, on your way.

I mean, we've always had good fun
together.

Going on hikes and exploring things and
sharing things and everything.

And I never did to you what you're doing
to me.

Remember the time I was lost in those
caves and you found me? How can I

You're wasting our time, Earth creature.

I don't realize what you're doing,
robot.

I know exactly what I'm doing.

Oh, my dear boy.

My dear boy.

Golly, Dr. Smith, what have they got you
doing? This is my reward.

Hard labor.

Oh, how could this happen to me?

doomed to Devil's Island.

Oh, dear. The pain. The pain.

Oh, dear.

What are you in for, my poor little
friend?

The same as you, I guess.

Get to work.

Yes.

He's Jonathan, that traitorous
transistor I showed.

Ah, my dear good friend, loyal and
excellent friend, my bosom companion, I

a confession to make.

Back to work!

Work, work, faster!

Faster, faster!

Very good, Robot B -9.

Keep that up and you will be promoted in
double quick time.

I hope so, Officer O -3.

You must listen to me, dear friend.

Perhaps I've not been very nice to you
from time to time.

Well, I was only joking.

So am I.

Work, work.

Faster, faster.

You're a dear boy.

And you'll be a miraculous change in our
relationship.

Faster, faster.

So, my dear good friend, my favorite
companion through incredible ordeals,

give me some word, some message of hope.

Never fear, Smith is here.

It's no use, Dr. Smith. He's so...

They said this is all Earth creatures
are good for. Manual dexterity for

tasks. They might hear you and take
things.

Work! Work!

All right, robot, we heard you the first
time. Now I suppose you're going on

your second mission and bring the rest
of the family.

You Benedict Arnold!

Benedict Arnold, American traitor, sold
George Washington down the river in the

year 1780.

Just like you're doing to us.

The moment I get out of here... I'll
tell you down the river of no return,

thin -plated tyrant.

Work! Work!

I'm working!

Can't you see I'm working?

Just remember, history does not always
repeat itself.

Oh, dear.

Oh,

dear. How much longer do you think
they'll keep it here?

Forever, I guess.

Break out the big guns. We're going in
after them.

That boy's gone off again without
permission.

It won't be the first time he's done
that.

Especially with Smith to encourage him.

The gun rack was cleaned out. What?

I had to break out the auxiliary.

Well, we'll have to do.

No one leaves the ship till we get back.
All right.

Let's go.

Robot, where are they?

Absent members of Jupiter 2 complement
are safe and sound. There is no cause

alarm. Where are the rest of our guns?

All weaponry being checked for
contamination by Spaceport Armament

There is no cause for alarm.

You already said that.

Where are Will and Smith?

They will return directly.

Suggest that you go back to your ship
and await their return.

Should we do as he says?

I don't know.

I think we have to trust him. We don't
have any real choice.

You are being very wise.

I will now go and get Will Robinson and
Dr. Smith.

All right, you've got ten minutes.

If you're not back with them by then,
we're coming in after them. Ten minutes.

Ten minutes.

Mission accomplished, Officer O3.

I will now relieve you.

The others are in the ready room.

I have accomplished my mission, Officer
O3.

Attention all units.

Order immediate apprehension of robot B
-9 for betraying our cause.

He is suspected of being a double agent.

Destroy on sight.

Search and destroy.

Search and destroy.

Not you, him!

Good heavens, yes!

I do say so myself.

But, Dr. Smith, the robot saved us.
Robot, indeed.

I think even he will agree that it was
my resolute action that saved the day.

Affirmative, dear friend.

Negative, Dr. Smith.

Hold your tongue, you silly goose.

Your wish is my command. Oh, Capitan.

Now! Watch what you're doing, you clumsy
gump! He couldn't help himself, Dr.

Smith. His coordination's still off.

Right, robot?

Affirmative, Will Robinson.

Lovely, lovely.

All the little numbers seem to be
exactly in the right place.

More or less.

Farewell, malevolent planet.

If our paths never cross again, it will
be much too soon.

Couldn't be better. And I have a nice
dinner in the oven.

All right.

In that case, I think I'll have a nice
thick steak, Ria.

A big baked potato.

And some young asparagus with a fine
hollandaise sauce.

You shall have it.

Oh, boy.

Oh, Bob.

What an unimaginative man you are,
Major.

Since you're indulging in wishful
thinking, why not let your mind take

We start with caviar and pate de foie
gras.

You can tell us about that later, Smith.
Don, check that radioscope. There's

something on it.

Yeah, I see it.

Well, that large glow is the planet we
just left, but I can't figure out the

other. Well, maybe the screen is picking
up a reflection from it. No, I don't

think so, darling.

Whatever it is, it's traveling at a
fantastic rate.

I'll try to get an estimated rate of
travel.

Say, that RBM must be broken.

According to that, it's traveling faster
than we are.

There's no reason for concern.

We've probably picked up some harmless
space phenomenon.

after us.

It's moving up on us fast.

Warning! Extreme danger!

What is it?

Object pursuing us is a hyperatomic
missile.

A hyperatomic missile? Where did it come
from? It has been launched by the

automated planet in protest to our
leaving.

Advise a change of course immediately.

If not...

We will be destroyed.

Oh, dear.

It's as close as I ever want to cut it.

Danger is not over.

Observe missile.

Look!

The missile's altered its course. It's
coming after us again.

It's probably equipped with a homing
device.

We'll have to try to dodge it again. We
can't keep doing that forever.

Correction. We cannot keep doing it at
all.

The missile has now compensated for any
evasive action.

You're supposed to be an expert pilot,
Major.

Do something.

We don't need a pilot, Smith. We need a
miracle.

That planet, Infector 630. Give me a
reading on its distance.

120 ,000 miles.

All right. Head straight for it.

Full power.

The missile's gaining on us.

Estimated time of contact, one minute,
36 seconds.

John, do we have a chance?

How can we have a chance, madam? It's a
machine. How can you outsmart a machine?

Well, maybe we can just once. That's all
we'll need.

Throw in the main thrusters.

I'm afraid that's all the power we've
got.

Well, keep trying. We're heading into
the planet's atmosphere.

Dad, the missile's still gaining on us.
Time of missile impact, 42 seconds.

We're doing beyond any hope for help.

We're moving in awfully fast.

I've got to find the wrecked rockets or
we're going to crash.

I'll tell you when.

Professor Robinson, have you gone mad?
Do you want to destroy us all?

Would you prefer a direct hit from that
missile?

Time of missile impact, 22 seconds.

Time of missile impact with spaceship,
17 seconds.

I've got to pull up or it'll be too
late.

Easy, Don. Just a few seconds.

of missile impact.

Five seconds.

All right, get ready.

Evasive action successful.

Missile now headed for impact on planet.

All right, everybody, hang on.