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Last week, as you recall, we left the
professor and Major West making a final

check of the spaceship's control system.

After months of repairs, it appears the
Jupiter II is at last ready to blast off

from this forgotten world.

Astrogator control.

Go.

Fuel injection system.

Go.

Computer system.

Go.

Maureen, as soon as Dr. Smith and Will
get back, we'll have a final briefing.

All right, John.

Take this and get yourself some ore
samples from that rock formation over

Then we can make some geological assays
together during our flight.

Splendid. I can hardly wait.

And I will accompany you, Dr. Smith.

Oh, thank you. You're so good to me.
Come along, you cloud.

Pressure, pressure.

Rocks indeed.

They are of no particular interest to
me.

The things I endure for young William.

Well, my robust rock hound, where do you
suggest that I begin?

Right here, Dr. Smith.

My sensors indicate that if we expose
this outcrop, we may uncover a fossil

-bearing stratum of great geological
interest.

Let me assure you at once that it cannot
be a possible interest to me. Also, I

must warn you that you are in a gaseous
area.

What is it?

Where am I?

What happened?

Your heartbeat comes through loud and
clear and quite vigorous, Dr. Smith. So

must assume that for devious reasons of
your own, you must be playing possum.

Yes. What is the possum?

And who are you?

Do you not remember, Dr. Smith?

No, I do not.

And stop calling me Dr. Smith, if you
please. My name is...

My name is... Oh, good heavens.

What is my name?

It seems to have escaped me.

Many things seem to have escaped you,
Doctor.

I mean, Sir.

Sir? Now that sounds familiar.

Is my name Sir?

Sir is not a name, Sir.

It is merely a polite form of address. I
suggest that we return at once to the

Jupiter. Wear hot food.

Bed rest will restore your temporary
loss of memory.

No!

Unhand me, sir!

I have no intention of returning to the
Jupiter II, whatever that is.

You've got some underhanded trick up
your sleeve.

Loss of memory, indeed.

Dr. Smith, the sooner you return to the
Jupiter, the sooner you will be your

normal, unpleasant self.

Stand aside, you mealy -mouthed rogue!

Off with you! Avant!

On your way!

Do not leave until I return, Dr. Smith.

I shall certainly tell him when I see
him.

If I see him, whoever he is.

As for you, sir, on your way, whoever
you are.

I dare say that took care of him.

Oh, dear.

My head.

My poor head.

My ears feel very strange.

The sensors tell me Dr. Smith is in that
cave.

Dr. Smith! Wait, Will Robinson.

What is it, Roma? Danger! Danger!

Dr. Smith!

Dr. Smith!

Dr. Smith!

Why didn't they stop Dr. Smith from
going in there?

Dr. Smith has amnesia plus.

Plus what?

Plus the attraction of...

force which I cannot compute.

I understand.

In his condition of amnesia, his brain
has become receptive to the influence of

external forces.

The monsters are servants of that force.

We've got to get him out of there.

Look, you try and distract their
attention while I sneak past them.

I will try.

But you'd better come back with us to
the Jupiter.

Leave me.

Leave me.

I can't do that, Dr. Smith.

That dreadful name again.

He doesn't even know who he is.

I am what I am.

What are we going to do, robot?

I am not sure. The alien force derived
from that computer and or stimulator.

It is my belief that...

It needs Dr. Smith.

What for?

Data insufficient for satisfactory
reply.

Its function is lost in the distant
past.

However, I have an idea.

What is it?

Fetch me one of those rocks, Will.

Thank you.

What are you going to do with it?

Step aside.

The effect of a blow on the head may be
reversed by a similar blow on the head.

You can't bop Dr. Smith with that.

We have no choice.

This is going to hurt me more than it
does you, Dr. Smith. Be very careful.

I will.

Touché.

How dare you strike me, you blithering
bladderskite!

He didn't mean to harm you, Dr. Smith.
Are you all right?

Certainly not.

I should never be the same.

William?

William?

What on earth are we doing here?

I'll tell you about that later.

Right now we've got to get back to the
Jupiter.

That dreadful Jupiter II with its devil
-may -care crew and its destination of

doom. If only I had a ship of my own to
take me where I want to go.

Nice work, robot. He hasn't changed a
bit.

Correction. Dr. Smith is normal for the
moment, but he may be subject to

intermittent reoccurrence of his
amnesia. It's all your fault.

Well, we'll watch out for that. Right
now, we've got to get back. Come on, Dr.

Smith.

If only I had a ship of my own.

to take me where I want to go.

Wait. Wait, you hear?

Wait, I say.

I simply must rest.

My back is even more delicate today than
is usual with me.

We do not all have the benefit of iron
feet and empty bubble heads.

I must sit here and refurbish my
batteries.

Oh, good heavens, I don't have
batteries. You do. My energies.

Completely exhausted.

That is your normal state, Dr. Smith.

Your caustic comments will provoke only
removal of power pack.

Have I ever been wrong, Will Robinson?

Well, as a matter of fact... Ask rather,
have you ever been right?

Have I ever been right?

I'm glad you asked that. Never!

Emphatically never!

Well, Mr. Wrongway Computer, which way
do we go?

We are headed in the right direction
now, Dr. Smith.

Are you sure?

Affirmative. Quite sure? Double
affirmative.

See, Dr. Smith... You may cease your
squabbling. Both of you, I know exactly

where we are.

That way.

I don't know, Dr. Smith.

It seems like the same trail we were on
before.

Nonsense, my boy. My powers of
observation are highly refined.

They've never deceived me yet.

This is one of my favorite landmarks,
the sassafras tree.

Correction, it is not a sassafras tree.

Kindly say out of this, sassafras is not
your cup of tea.

As you wish, Dr. Smith.

I wish.

My knowledge of horticulture is second
only to my sense of direction.

This way.

is listen to your Uncle Zachary and
you'll never go astray. What's the

hydroponic garden doing out here?

We never grew anything like this.

It's got no taste.

Really?

I think it's delicious.

Your power has been spoiled by too many
sweets, William. I've told you many

times. Yeah, but why is it purple?

Purple? Purple?

Probably the season of the year.

What's wrong with the Jupiter?

It's all dark. Where is everybody?

Inside, obviously. Come along.

No, Dr. Smith. Everything seems strange
to me. What's wrong, robot?

No comment, Will Robinson.

We're going to go inside. You better
stay here and patrol the area.

There appears to be something wrong with
the hatch button.

Open up there!

Open up!

Mom! Dad! Mom!

Open the hatch, will you? It's jammed.

Mr. Robot, nothing's happened to them.

Mom! Dad!

It's me, Will!

They couldn't be all asleep.

Let's kick it in.

No, Dr. Smith.

It'll take Dad days to repair the
mechanism if we damage it.

Dad!

Dad!

William!

What happened to the watch?

I don't quite know.

But at any rate, it's open.

It'll take days to replace it.

What a pity.

But I'm sure your father will understand
when I explain that it was as much his

fault as yours for not answering our
call.

Now, uh, William?

Let's go in.

You first and turn on the lights.

Careful.

Don't look!

Can't wait.

All there is change.

Where'd they come from?

I don't know.

Don't dawdle over there.

Go in.

Be a stout heart, William. I will rise
to your defense at once if you're

threatened with discipline for damaging
the hatch. I don't understand it. That's

not the first time I've banged on that
hatch.

Well, all things deteriorate with time.

Now, William, your father will soon be
up to interrogate you as soon as he's

dressed. Now, remember, as counsel for
your defense, you must leave everything

to me. Now, sit down.

No! What happened to the chair?

First the hatch, and now the chair.

Yes, yes.

Just as I predicted, time has begun to
take its toll.

Our only hope is to abandon all other
plans and return to Earth at the

possible moment.

Something's wrong, Dr. Smith.

Nonsense, my boy.

Everything appears to be quite normal to
me.

This computer system should be over
there.

It should.

And that computer system should be over
here. It should.

Everything's all mixed up. It is?

Let's not panic, my boy. I'm sure your
father knew what he was doing.

Dad wouldn't transpose those systems. It
would affect the ship's equilibrium.

Oh, dear.

I think we'd better call him.

Where's the microphone?

It's over there.

No, it's not. It's always over there.

It's gone.

It's gone?

First the hatch, then the chair, and now
the microphone. William!

You're quite right.

Oh, indeed, you are quite right.

There is something very strange afoot.

Now the astrogator's gone!

In a moment, we will be gone.

I'd better go and try to find your
father.

I'm quite sure there's a perfectly
logical explanation for all this.

Indeed. I hope there is.

There could be a logical explanation for
this.

As in X equals Y.

Y?

I wonder why.

No.

No. Dr. Smith, what's wrong? Tell me.
The shock.

The dreadful shock.

My heart. I'd better go down.

Go down where?

To the lower deck.

Save yourself the trip, will you?

Dr. Smith, what do you mean?

There is no lower deck.

Oh. Oh, dear.

Oh. I feel faint, William.

A catastrophe, a major catastrophe.

Oh, good heavens, it's too much to be
borne.

Oh, whatever shall we do?

Oh, good heavens, I don't believe it.

How could it happen?

Unquestionably, the ship was struck by a
terrible electric storm, which wrought

havoc on the upper deck.

I just can't believe it.

Oh, William.

My dear William, time is the great
healer, I promise you.

Now, what we must do at once is to
repair this ship to the best of our

and set course straightaway for home.

Correction, Dr. Smith. This simulated
vehicle will never get off the ground.

What do you mean, simulated?

This vehicle is not the Jupiter II.

What? Why didn't you say so before?

Yes, why didn't you say so before, you
pot -bellied prankster? I am no

prankster, Dr. Smith.

You led us here.

If I remember correctly, it was you who
did the leading, Dr. Smith.

Indeed. But I forgive you.

You were probably led astray by the same
alien force which led you to the cave.

Must have been the same force that
simulated the Jupiter.

Affirmative, Will Robinson.

Simulated or no, it's a quite remarkable
piece of wizardry, despite its

deficiencies.

I wonder whether... No time for
wondering now, Dr. Smith.

We've got to get back to the real
Jupiter, too. Think you can find it,

Affirmative. If Dr.

Smith will not interfere with my
directional guidance computer.

Hold your tongue, you silly goose.

Yes.

Quite remarkable.

Now, I suggest we keep this incident to
ourselves. There's no point burdening

the others with needless details at this
time.

A second Jupiter II might be quite
useful.

Without a lower deck, where would you
sleep?

To get back to Earth, I would sleep in a
chair in a freezing tube on the floor

or on a bed of nails.

William, don't trouble yourself with
these trifles.

Lead on, you confused compass.

Are the watches all synchronized?

Yes. I suppose so.

All right.

Now, our chief problem is going to be
fuel consumption until we can switch to

the ion propellant.

In other words, all systems that are not
directly connected with flight must be

off. Now, at 0600, we start our final
countdown, at which time I want you all

your couches, safety harness set, from
that moment through the liftoff at the

red mark.

Well, I guess that covers it, unless
you've got something else to add. Well,

just this. If anyone suddenly remembers
they've forgotten something.

The time to get in is now, not later.

Is everything secured downstairs, Judy?

Secured and ready for takeoff. And what
about the food storage units, Penny?

All checked and secured, ma 'am.

What about Dr. Smith and his tape
recorder?

Tape recorder?

Yes. I happened to say to Will that I
had left my tape recorder at the

So if this dreary briefing session is at
an end, I shall go at once and retrieve

it. Oh, but Dr. Smith, if you leave now,
you're going to miss a wonderful

farewell supper that I've been
preparing. It'll be ready in 15 minutes.

Never let it be said that Zachary Smith
offended a hostess by declining to

partake of her culinary delights. Of
course, I shall remain, madam.

Thank you.

Oh, dear.

I do wish there was some way of avoiding
these two abysmal creatures.

There are two ways, Dr. Smith.

What are they? One.

I will act as a decoy which will allow
you to duck past them.

And the other?

Abandon your efforts to use the machine
for your own selfish end and return to

the Jupiter.

Spare me the asinine advice, you
mechanical mithitch, and proceed with

decoy. It will not be necessary, Dr.
Smith. My sensors tell me these

are not hostile to you.

Are you sure?

Affirmative.

Thank you, gentlemen, how very kind.

Come along, you cowardly clump. They're
quite harmless.

I told you they weren't hostile.

You told me? Yes, and don't you forget
it for the future.

were expecting you to return.

Ah, what a piece of work is a machine.

How infinite in faculty.

I wonder how many faculties it actually
has.

You have just stated that they were
omnipotent. However, I must again warn

that the alien force contained in this
machine is unpredictable.

Be still, you worrywart.

Now, what is this?

It is an alien symbol of royalty.

Royalty. How nice.

And it is fitting and proper that I
should wear it.

And what is this?

It is an alien skull cap, Dr. Smith.

Lovely color.

And just my type.

But it must belong to someone.

You're welcome, Dr. Smith.

It pleases me to see you wear the amulet
and the crown of the Draconians.

There is hope for us now.

All our faculties are now at your
disposal.

Choose a wand.

A wand?

What wand?

I command you, choose a wand, Dr. Smith.
Yes, I will. I will choose one.

Here. Now, place it with the lock.

The lock? The lock? Where is the lock?
Is it with the lock?

Chosen wisely.

I was correct in my belief that you were
the one who would restore our

civilization to its former grandeur.

You are listening to the anthem of the
Dranconian. It is an original

called from the music of the spheres by
the foremost composer of Dranconism.

May he rest in everlasting peace.

It is played only at moments of great
historical significance, Dr. Smith.

You have made us very happy. It is
fitting that you should be rewarded.

No, no, thank you very much. But I
really must be going.

Diamond?

A real diamond?

It is but the beginning of your reward,
Dr. Smith. A mere token of our

gratitude. Knock and it shall be
answered.

Ask and it shall be given.

Ask and it shall be given.

How very nice.

That presents a new set of interesting
possibilities.

I sure hope we can get through before
our final countdown.

Well, everything that isn't stowed
aboard gets left behind.

That's three hours left.

Correction, two hours.

Gonna jump down, poke down with a golden
nugget. Gonna jump down, turn around,

picking gold all day.

Robot, what's going on?

What's happened to you?

How'd you get to be gold?

Watch it, Will Robinson.

I do not like grubby finger stains on my
new suit of gold.

Well, how'd you get it?

Where have you been and where's Dr.
Smith?

Questions, questions.

Look, Robot, I don't care if you're made
out of gold, brass, tin, or scrap

metal. Clothes make the man, Will
Robinson.

Well, it's more important that Dr. Smith
makes that flight.

Doesn't he know that we're due to leave
in a couple of hours?

What are a couple of hours to a man who
can command the timeless wisdom of the

ages? Now I know he's in trouble. Come
on, Robot, we're going to go get him.

One moment, please.

What is it?

From now on, I would appreciate it if
you would call me.

Golden Boy.

Come on, Golden Boy.

Silver, very golden jewel.

At long last, I'm in my natural habitat,
surrounded by the things I need and

love and deserve.

Welcome to my home away from home,
little one.

Give the child an apricot.

This tray is only silver, but I am gold.

Yeah, you've told me that before.

And Dr. Smith is clay by the looks of
him.

And this fruit tastes like putty. The
child is obviously unaccustomed to

delicate flavor. Poor and a privileged
boy.

We must do something for you.

Noblesse oblige and all that sort of
thing.

How would you like to be my equerry boy?

I don't even know what an equerry is.

What's more, I don't know why you're
acting so uppity unless you've lost your

memory again.

The memory banks of a thousand
generations are within my grasp.

Well, there's one memory of your own
that ought to be enough to tell you that

we're due for a liftoff pretty soon and
we've got to get back.

I am perfectly happy where I am.

Dr. Smith, don't you see what's
happening to you?

You're beginning to look more and more
like an alien.

Don't be impudent, boy.

I think I look rather majestic.

Even my delicate back seems to be
improved.

Now hear this.

I, Zachary Smith, the Omnipotent One,
within whose brain resides the wisdom of

the entire draconian civilization, will
cut a swath of glory through the

universe that will never be forgotten.

Did you hear that, boys?

Yeah, I heard it. But it sure doesn't
sound like you, Dr. Smith.

No, it doesn't, does it?

Dr. Smith, the rock monster!

Dr. Smith, go away!

Go away!

Stay back! Stay back! Do not touch me!
You'll soil the gold!

Nature! Nature!

Nature! Nature!

Nature!

Who are you? I'm Glaston!

I would rather not. It might hurt my
delicate golden skin.

Oh, how gentle.

Gentlemen, surely you remember me,
friendly Zachary Smith?

I assure you I have no designs upon your
sinister machine.

I merely want to make a scientific
report on its capabilities.

You may stop making me the alibis, Dr.
Smith. I have just remembered that these

alien organisms are not hostile.

Are you sure? It is my computerized
opinion that they believe you to be

master, and they wish to serve you.

Do they indeed?

Attention! About me.

They make very interesting house pits.

I think I shall appoint them my
bodyguards at once.

You, sir, henceforth your name is Gog.

And you, sir, henceforth your name is
Mag... Magog.

Well, William, what do you think of
my... omnipotence. I think you'd better

forget about your omn... whatever you
called it and come back to the Jupiter,

because that's where you belong.

Leave me.

Leave me.

He has lost you, Will Robinson.

It's six o 'clock. They're starting the
countdown.

Look, you stay here and keep an eye on
him until I get back.

That I will, Will Robinson.

But I still wish you would call me
Golden Boy.

All right.

The youth could have been destroyed
quite easily, Dr. Smith.

But we prefer to place the temptation of
his presence before you to learn where

your loyalties lay.

It is now clear where you belong.

Approach the throne.

O ye former masters of Dranconus, may ye
all rest in peace. Your servant has

found one who is well suited to follow
in your footsteps.

Are you prepared to make a vessel of
yourself and receive the accumulated

of Dranconus, Dr.

Smith?

I am.

Let the procedure begin.

You are entering upon this momentous
responsibility of your own volition, Dr.

Smith. Warning!

Warning! Warning!

T minus 90 and counting.

Cabin pressure control.

Cabin pressure control. Go.

Orbital attitude system.

Orbital attitude system. Go.

John, don't you think we ought to stop
this and wait until Will gets back?

Honey, if we don't take off at 0800, we
don't take off at all. He just better

get back here.

Mom! Dad!

Will!

Oh, Will, where have you been?

Obviously, that briefing I gave you last
night didn't register.

Yes, it did, Dad, but when the robot
came back all goldened up and without

Smith... All whated up?

It doesn't matter now, Mom. What's
important is Dr. Smith got himself all

involved with this alien computer in the
cave, and he won't listen to a thing

that I say.

Are you still with that cave, Biff?

Don, I would have told you and everyone
else about it last night, but you

wouldn't listen.

Well, you can tell me about it, dear.
There's no time for that now, Mom.

important is someone's got to go there
and bring them back.

It's the robot with Dr.

Smith. Yes, sir. I left him there to
keep an eye on him.

All right.

We'll postpone the countdown until we
get back.

Maybe we can speed up the check.

And if we happen to speed up the check
to a point where we forget a few minor

details, like the fuel injection
system... Don, don't you care what

Dr. Smith?

As a matter of fact, well, no.

Miss Machine, your servant awaits your
command. What is your wish?

I would like Golden Boy restored to his
former vigor.

What does your robot have that we do not
have?

Well, he's my chum, if you know what I
mean.

Dr. Smith, you are displaying a weakness
for personal relationships which have

no place in the scheme of a machine and
its master.

Clearly, there is still much more that
must be done for you.

What? You must be made more receptive to
our force.

Oh, dear.

Perhaps we'd better forget the whole
thing.

It is a little late for calling the
whole thing off, Dr. Smith.

You know too much about us.

Dr. Smith?

Who would be well advised to put away
your guns?

If you have something to communicate to
me, be so good as to make it brief.

My time is precious.

So is ours.

I wish to communicate with Dr. Smith, if
you and he are the same.

I am many persons.

Within my brain...

resides the sum of all the wisdom of my
ancestors.

This Dr.

Smith whom you mention is not one of
them.

He's really flipped on. There's nothing
we can do here.

That robot belongs with us.

I think that you too belong with us in
another form.

This other form that you mention, is it
similar to your own?

Yes, it is.

Even if it were desirable, which it is
not, you are asking me to return to

a form of life which my ancestors
abandoned a million generations

ago.

I'm asking you to return to the man that
you really are.

I am a draconian.

I am the master of this machine.

Are you sure the machine isn't master of
you? That is impertinence.

And I know how to deal with
impertinence.

Have a care.

Look, Dr. Smith.

I'm trying to get through to whatever
little is left of your real identity.

In less than one hour, the Jupiter II is
leaving, and it is not coming back.

Farewell.

It's hopeless.

Let's get out of here.

I'm going to try something.

That robot belongs to us.

When we leave, he goes with us.

Whether or not he is your property, he
is now a member of the draconian servant

class.

He stays.

Let's take him.

You have performed

nobly. You have overcome your weakness
for personal relationships.

Oh, great Onyak, Known as Dr. Smith in a
former existence, the omnipotent powers

of all Dranconis are now yours.

Prepare to receive the mantle of
mastery.

Please rise.

Now prepare to fulfill your destiny and
become part of the cosmic brain.

I am ready.

If they don't get back pretty soon, we
might not be able to make the escape

corridor. Well, I'm sure your father's
well aware of that, dear.

I wonder what's keeping them so long.

Look. Here they come now.

Yes, but they're alone.

Where's Dr. Smith and the robot, Dad?

I'm sorry, son.

I'm afraid Dr. Smith is lost to us.

Now, we tried everything we could, but
whatever that alien force did to him...

It's obvious that he belongs with them
now.

So does the robot.

That's because you didn't try hard
enough.

No, no, son, it's too late. There's no
time.

Don't you know that if there was any way
of getting them out, we'd have done it?

Yes, sir.

Come on now, dear. You better strap into
your couch.

Your father and Don have a lot of work
to do. And very little time to do it.

Come on, Will.

I'll be down in a minute, Will.

All right, well, don't be too long.

T -minus 24 and counting.

Inertial guidance system.

Inertial guidance system, go.

I didn't even get to say goodbye to
them.

Would it have helped, son, even if you
didn't know who you were?

T -minus 23 and counting.

Missed 22 and counting.

Great Onyek, why do you come before me?

I couldn't leave without saying goodbye
to you and the robot, Dr. Smith.

These are personal affections to which I
cannot respond.

If this is the only reason for your
presence, you are free to go.

Dr. Smith, I know you're not acting like
yourself.

That's why you don't understand me.

But we may never get a chance to see
each other again.

And people usually say goodbye to each
other when they've been good friends and

have had good times together like I've
had with you and the robot.

I know nothing of these good times as
you call them.

Sure you do.

Don't you remember all the hikes and the
rock hunting expeditions we'd go on?

And all the chess games and the sing
songs and the picnics?

What about the stories you'd tell me
about your family back home on Earth?

I have but one family.

The Draconian family.

And I, the great Arniac, am its
illustrious head.

No, you're not.

Underneath, you're still the real Dr.
Smith, and the robot's still the robot.

And I just can't leave either of you
behind.

Come off the machine, Dr. Smith. The
machine will let you go if you just tell

that you don't belong.

I belong where I belong.

No, you belong with us and with the
Jupiter.

Take my hand, Dr. Smith.

I'll lead you out of here.

You try my patience, boy.

Go.

Go.

I guess Dad was right.

We've lost you.

Goodbye, Dr. Smith.

Take good care of yourself.

I'd like to say goodbye to the robot,
too. If you'll just reactivate him for

just for a minute.

How tiresome you earthlings are.

However... I guess I could take you with
me if I wanted to, Robert.

Negative, Will Robinson. The alien force
which courses through my computers is

too strong.

I am glad it had not destroyed my memory
banks.

That's one consolation. You haven't
forgotten.

I shall never forget you, Will Robinson.

If you wish, you may autograph my suit
of gold.

Thank you, Will.

And I love you, too, in my own fashion.

You do not have much time left, Will
Robinson.

You had better go.

You'll take good care of Dr. Smith?

I shall serve him to the best of my
ability.

Well, I guess there's nothing else I can
say but thank you.

Goodbye, robot.

Goodbye, Will Robinson.

Goodbye, Dr.

Smith.

Dr. Smith.

Oh, Great Onyak.

Not now.

Not now, Great Onyak?

That is what I said.

Surely it is not possible that the Great
Onyak has been moved by the

sentimentalities of the young Earthling.

He cried.

The tears of an Earthling cannot be of
any significance to the Great Onyak.

He almost made me cry.

You are manifesting a grave and
unforgivable weakness, oh Anyak. By

powers of this machine against the
powers of a stripling's tears. It cannot

allowed.

You are right.

I must not be weak.

He said we went on hikes together.

We played chess games and sing songs
and...

Oh, dear.

What time is it?

It is now approximately T minus eight.
We must hurry.

We'll never make it.

Accentuate the positive, Dr. Smith, on
the double. Stop cackling and go, go!

T minus six and counting.

And it would have been T minus six and
holding if we hadn't gotten back.

T minus five and counting.

Stop! Stop, do you hear?

Wait. Wait for me.

Oh, I can't. I can't go on. Not another
step. I'm completely exhausted. My back

is extremely delicate. I'm not strong
enough. I'm not strong enough. Please,

what shall I do? What shall I do?

Get on my tracks, Dr. Smith, and ride
piggyback. What?

Piggyback indeed. How dare you? A man of
my quality?

What does that mean, piggyback?

It means get on my tracks and ride
piggyback. Get on me. On your tracks? On

tracks? I'm frightened. I'm frightened.
I'll fall off. You can do it, Dr. Smith.

I can?

Yes, we must try.

Yes, yes, I'll try. Hurry.

Just a moment. Careful, careful. I'm
frightened.

We can still make it. Yes.

T minus

one minute and counting.

Open fuel pre -valves.

T minus 30 seconds and counting.

Unchange gyros.

Charles, I can't.

Come on, let's go.

Hold tight.

Yes!

Oh, dear.

Oh, dear.

Oh, dear.

You clumsy clod.

On your feet, Dr. Smith. On your feet.

It's no use.

We can never make it now.

The countdown is almost over.

Ten, nine, eight.

Seven, six, five, four, three, two.

They're gone.

Oh, dear, oh, dear.

What's to become of me now?

No food, no shelter, no friend.

You have me, Dr. Smith.

We have each other.

A fat lot of good you are.

How could they do this to me?

How could they break my poor William's
heart?

You're supposed to be gone.

Are you an apparition?

Oh, good heavens, I fear my mind is
becoming unbalanced.

We're not an apparition, Dr. Smith.

We gave up the flight when we spotted
you and the robot on our radar screen.

I knew you would come back for me.

That we never would have done, Smith.

Now, we saw you on the screen before the
liftoff. Do you mean to tell me that

had you been aloft, you would never have
come back for me?

Well, we'll let you figure that one out
all by yourself on those long, lonely

nights you're going to spend here before
we're ready to go again.

Oh, dear.

Cheer up, Dr. Smith. We can play lots of
chess games.

How exciting.

I'll even let you win a few.

That will not be necessary.

Gonna jump down, turn around, pick the
golden nugget. Gonna jump down, turn

around, pick and go all day.

Flatter the pancake, you aluminum
canary.

What? Me, me, me, me, me?

No, no.

I'm an excellent voice today.

And why should I waste my operatic
talents on the likes of you? Come along.

Fait proche, mesdames et messieurs.

What does that mean, Dr. Smith?

Ah, my dear girl, that was the romantic
French language.

For a moment, my mind took me back to
the fabulous gaming tables at Monte

Fait proche.

In pedestrian translation, it means
place your bets.

Well, I don't know, Dr. Smith. Dad
always taught me that gambling was... I

told you repeatedly that this is not
gambling. I am merely trying to instruct

you both in the intricacies of a
gentleman's game. Now, place your chips

number of your choice.

Well, I guess it's all right if it's
just instruction.

Of course it is.

Subsequently, we may wish to pursue the
subject more deeply and engage in

practical applications.

Dr. Smith, you are a con man and a
shill. Hold your tongue, you bellicose

bumpkin. I merely wish to warn you.

Spare me the warnings and start
spinning.

This is a final indignity.

Spin and turn your sensors off. I want
no peeking.

Ah, number eight on the black, an open
number. How unfortunate you are both

losers. However, as they say in the
gaming casinos... Just a minute, Dr.

There is something on number eight.
There can't be unless someone cheated.

I must warn you both, the house rules
are quite specific on cheating. But it's

not a chip, Dr. Smith.

It looks like a gold coin.

Gold coins? Let me see.

Oh, yes, indeed it is.

Probably an artifact left from some
ancient civilization.

Let's see if we can find some more.

But, Dr. Smith, we're supposed to be
learning about the gentleman's game, not

out looking for old gold pieces.

We are not just looking for old gold
pieces.

The mere fact that the article could be
of gold or platinum is a matter of

complete unconcern to me.

I was merely clearing my tapes.

If you clear them again in that tone of
voice, I shall erase your tapes

permanently, so beware.

Let us search on.

Dr. Smith!

What? I think I found something! What is
it, my dear?

Looks like a metal ring.

This is perhaps the entrance to a
treasure trove.

Caution is advised.

Silence, Denny!

Stand aside.

I think it's begun to move.