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He senses this, William. That noise offends my delicate ears.

Correction. It is not noise.

It is the music of her spears.

Hold your tongue, you silly goose. It's quite obvious you were never programmed

for music appreciation.

Well, it does have a nice beat to it, Dr. Smith.

Beat, indeed.

Noise is noise, not music.

The next thing I know, you two will be turning this place into the galaxy of

Google or some such nonsense.

Now, either turn it off or tune into another star cluster that's more

I'd say you weren't programmed for music appreciation either, Dr. Smith.

It's not music.

It sounds like... I'm not altogether sure what it sounds like.

What do you think it is?

I compute it to be a complex communication form based on metric

units. I knew it.

Somebody is trying to contact us. Quickly, William. Let's go to the

translator so we can hear all their things.

Yes, yes. Can you hear us? Maybe we shouldn't, Dr. Smith. You know what Dad

about contacting aliens.

Let's just pretend we didn't hear them.

Really, William, what kind of space explorer are you?

Who knows what wonders they may have to share with us.

If Marco Polo had been as timid as you, the world would never have learned about

chop suey and fortune cookies.

Hello,

out there. This is the spaceship Jupiter II.

Attention.

We use the basic English alphabet, 26 letters, 5 vowels, 21 consonants.

Greetings, spaceship Jupiter II.

This is interspace probe XL73 of the Xenian galaxy.

We have urgent need of medical assistance.

Is there a doctor aboard your ship?

Someone there must be awfully sick.

Well, there's nothing we can do about it.

Repeat, is there a doctor aboard your ship?

Turn it off.

There will be riches beyond measure for anyone who comes to our aid.

Riches?

Dr. Smith, you can't. You're not a real medical doctor.

Indeed, I am a doctor of intergalactic environmental psychology. You are a

quack. What? A quack.

How dare you? You are not an accredited doctor of medicine. You are a...

Silence!

I heard you the first time.

But you're quite right.

Though I might be able to help those poor unfortunate, I wouldn't dream of

flying under false colors.

Even though there might be some small monetary compensation for myself.

But enough of this. Some unknown creature's trials and tribulations are

concern to us.

Tomorrow we shall wake up a thousand light -years from here with a whole new

galaxy before us.

Oh, dear, oh, dear, I'm completely exhausted. I think we should all have a

little rest.

But, Doctor... Come along, will you? It's surely past your bedtime.

Doctor Smith, it's still early!

Answer, my boy, we need to rest.

Well, what are you waiting for? Press button.

Off. In.

Out. Number one, two, three, four. Oh, good heavens, it's very complicated. I

shall never manage it.

Dr. Smith.

What do you want here?

I detest new being begun.

You are off limits. No one is allowed here except Professor Robinson and the

Major. It's not off limits to me.

I have every right to come here for a bit of privacy any time I so desire.

You didn't come here just for privacy. You are planning to descend to the

space probe.

Indeed. And if I am, I certainly have no intention of answering to you, you

bellicose bumpkin. You have no human compassion like the rest of us. You

know how much joy it would give me if I could in some way help those poor

unfortunate creatures.

My sensors indicate you are motivated by monetary gain.

That is a lie.

I am a good Samaritan on an errand of mercy.

Now kindly stand aside and allow me to proceed.

No, I compute danger. You cannot go there.

But I must think of all the riches.

Think of all the good I could do there.

Repeat, I compute danger.

There's no danger. There are just people who need me.

Now be out of my way, you lily -lipped lump!

My sensors compute danger. We must turn back.

Noctus, you're on a mission of mercy.

How lovely. They're coming to meet us.

Aren't they getting a bit too close for comfort?

Danger. We are on a collision course.

But don't just stand there. Do something. Save us.

It is too late.

They have a magnetic ray beaming on us. We cannot escape its power.

Don't let us crash.

Oh, no, no, we can't crash. I'm too young to die like this.

I don't look. It will go away.

immediately. We are in danger.

Never fear. Smith is here.

You said we were in danger before.

Just see what a lovely landing we've made.

Come along, you cowardly clump.

I think after all that talk on the radio, they'd have someone here to meet

My sensors compute danger.

We should return to the Jupiter II at once.

It appears that we no longer have a choice.

So you will have to stay here with me and observe as I perform medical

open at 764.

This is 1220.

How do you do?

I am Dr. Zachary Smith, and this is my male nurse.

Welcome, Dr. Smith.

You understand, of course, that I don't, as a rule, make house calls.

But I realize this must be an emergency.

Oh, yes, it is. This way, please. One moment, sir.

What, may I ask, is the nature of the ailment that the patient is suffering

from? You are a doctor. You will see that for yourself.

Now, come quickly, please. Another moment, sir.

I know it might appear unseemly to inject a commercial note into the

at this point.

But you did say that my payment would be something quite valuable.

Just how valuable is your life?

If our leader dies, your time will also be ended.

Your leader? I don't quite understand.

Our leader is the patient you will perform brain surgery on.

Brain surgery?

Of the most delicate kind.

Now we must hurry before it is too late.

No, stop.

Dr. Smith cannot operate. He is not a doctor.

But you yourself called him doctor. He is not a member of the medical

profession. It is just an honorary title.

Honorary title indeed.

I happen to be a full -blown doctor of intergalactic environmental psychology.

Then it is settled.

You will operate on our leader.

But... Yes, sir.

Search every inch of the ship. No sign of Dr. Smith or the Romani. Well, where

could they have gone?

Well, we were hoping Smith might have fallen overboard.

Then we discovered the space pod was gone.

I think I know what happened to them. What? Well, last night we were listening

to space music.

Space music?

Well, that's what the robot calls electromagnetic space static.

And it does sound kind of like music. So we were all listening to it.

Just a moment, son.

What's all this got to do with their being missing?

Well, you see, then Dr. Smith heard this call for help.

So I guess he and the robot went off to help them.

Smith went off to help someone?

Well, it sounded like they were offering a big reward.

Smith went off to help someone.

This call for help, did they say where it came from?

They said they were from the Xenian Galaxy.

Let's take a look at the chart here.

Xenian Galaxy.

Yeah, here it is.

It was on our course, all right.

We must have passed through it during the night.

Well, I estimate it'll take about six and a half hours to return there.

Do we have to?

Oh, darn.

Well, I don't think it would be fair to the robot to leave him stranded with Dr.

Smith, do you?

All right, we'll plan a course at 843 .16.

And, as you can see, the operation must take place immediately if our leader is

to survive.

But I can't operate on anyone.

You will be well paid, we have promised you that.

But I can't.

I faint at sight of blood.

Time is running out for you, Dr. Smith. If our leader dies, so do you.

Oh, no.

You will prepare yourself to operate immediately.

Scrub up.

Scrub up.

My dear friend, my bosom companion, you must help me.

How can I help you?

You're a full -fledged doctor of intergalactic environmental psychology,

am just a plain, ordinary male nurse.

Oh, you're not plain. The Jupiter II is returning.

You see?

They're coming back. I knew they wouldn't desert me.

Compute their probable approach and have them met with appropriate action. We

can't have anyone interfering with the delicate operation that Dr. Smith has to

perform.

Are you ready to operate, Doctor?

But I...

Take

him to his patient.

At least you looked the part.

It's all your fault, you treasonous tyrant. Just you wait!

Xenian galaxy.

Shouldn't be too long now.

Well, how are we ever going to find them?

Well, our ionic beam locator should be able to pick up the space past frequency

register. John, quick.

What? I don't know, but we're picking up something dead ahead.

Is that a star cluster?

No. Planet? Not quite as big, but almost.

Look.

Well, we won't have to find that Xenian space probe.

They've already found us.

Look how big it is. I've never seen a spaceship that big in my life.

All right, not too close, Don. I want a good look before we make contact.

This is the Earth ship Jupiter II. Come in if you read me.

Xenian space probe, answer immediately if you read me.

Take evasive action.

There's no use.

There's no response.

The controls aren't working.

They're beaming a magnetic ray at us. It's pulling us towards the...

That's just rough.

John, you really need the gun.

From what Will said, the robot and Dr. Smith are in there of their own accord.

Maybe they are, but we're not.

After we leave, keep the hatches and the doors locked. Don't open to anyone but

us. Can't I go with you?

No, Sam, you stay here.

Take care.

There's the space pod.

Seems peaceful enough.

All right, we'll search in a circular pattern.

We're lucky.

Dr. Smith will stay last.

They've got us cut off.

We've got a chance of getting back to Jupiter.

Don, get away. Drop your weapon.

We've come in peace.

So I see.

We were just trying to defend ourselves.

Two of our crew members are missing. We have reason to believe that they're

aboard this space probe.

Dr. Smith and his aide are here.

If you'll turn them over to us, we'll be gone.

That is impossible.

Dr. Smith should be in the operating room by now.

The operating room?

He is operating on our most noble and exalted leader.

You've got to be kidding.

You doubt our leader's qualities?

No, I mean about Dr. Smith. He couldn't cut an overgrown toenail, let alone

operate on anyone.

For your sakes.

I hope you are mistaken.

Oh, please.

You can't make me go through with this. You are a doctor. You will save our

leader's life.

I seem to be too late.

I'm definitely too late.

What is this?

Not there, but here.

Our noble leader.

A very precious life you will save.

My dear sir, that is a machine.

This is a machine, and far more accurate, let me tell you. I happen to

-fledged doctor of intergalactic environmental psychology, and I do not

on machines.

It is not just a machine, but the greatest brain in the universe.

Our great leader bids you welcome.

He is pleased that you have come to help.

But I can't do it.

I've been telling you that I cannot do it. Don't you realize the great task

has been put into your hands?

All the knowledge of the universe is in our great leader's brain.

With that great store of knowledge to lead us.

No force in the universe can stand in our way. All will fall before us.

Don't you have any idea of the enormous power within your grasp as

personal physician to the ruler of the universe?

You spoke of a desire for riches.

What treasure in the universe could not be yours once we rule?

Personal physician to the ruler of the universe.

I will have to think it over.

I'll do it.

Good.

But I said I would do it.

How very odd.

the premise, isn't he?

Now you see why we will be invincible.

Our leader's heart is our heart.

And once it is sound again, nothing can ever stop our time span.

Now we have no time to lose.

If our leader's time span ends, all life here will also die.

You must operate immediately.

These are your instruments.

My instruments?

Of course.

I'm behind bars with the rest of us, you tin -plated traitor.

I cannot help it if they made me a trustee. But why do they allow you to

around free and keep us locked up in here?

Because I am a machine.

And machines are trustworthy.

Professor,

you must get us out of here.

They'll destroy me if I don't operate on their leader.

If you hadn't told them you were a doctor, none of us would be in this

But I was doing an errand of mercy.

Yes, well mentioned.

Treasure they offered you?

Nothing of the kind. I was just doing my duty as a doctor. Dr. R. Smith, we all

know you're nothing but a fraud.

Spare me the poisonous barbs, Major. Even if I were the greatest surgeon in

galaxies, I couldn't help their leader.

He's beyond help. No, he is not.

Their leader is very sick, but he could be saved. He is suffering from a worn

-out mechanism, complicated by twisted electronic rotors and eroded

counterweights. That sounds like a very professional diagnosis.

I was programmed in pre -med courses for two semesters at the Institute of

Cybernetics. I was first in my class.

But then I decided I was more interested in space exploration and changed my

major subject.

Good heavens, a medical school dropout.

But I still learned more than enough to operate on their leader, if I wanted to.

You must save him, my dear friend.

They'll spare us if you do.

Please say that you'll do it.

Now we will try once again.

No, I tell you, I will not operate.

Must you can save his life?

No, if he lives, you will use his great brain for your evil plans. I will not

let you cause death and destruction throughout the universe in your war of

conquest. We can force you to operate.

You cannot force me to do something I know is wrong.

There must be someone whose safety he values above all else. If we had that

person in our power, the robot would do whatever we want him to.

Use the personality indicator.

The indicator will reveal which one of your party is closest to you.

Did we get a good reading? We will soon know.

do not call out.

You will only endanger the others on this ship if you do.

Who are you?

Yes, that's a good question. Who are you? What are you doing here?

It's all very easy to explain.

You see, originally we come from the planet Altair Crucis to...

Instead of bending time back.

Now, will you come peacefully with us or do we have to destroy everyone aboard

this ship?

Where are you going to take me?

You will be among friends.

In fact, they're waiting for you right now.

I guess I don't have a choice.

You haven't said where you're taking me. You will not be harmed.

You're smaller than the others. What is your time span?

I don't know.

What's yours?

Mine is 12 .2 .0.

I was constructed in the second day of the twelfth year of our leader's rule.

Oh, you mean how old am I?

But here no one is old or young.

Our whole society is based upon that principle.

Time is not something to be measured.

It is merely something to be used.

But that's impossible.

Time is something that... It just passes, you know. Not if you've learned

secrets as our leader has.

We control time, and through it we will control the universe.

Do you really believe that? It is only a matter of time.

Enough of this.

Our leader waits. Move on.

Robot!

Are you all right? What are you doing here, Will Robinson?

You must leave at once. No one is leaving here until after you've operated

our leader.

I cannot do it. It goes against all my programming to aid your plan of

1220, destroy the boy first and then the other.

Wait. If I save your leader, you promise you will let us all go free?

The minute our great leader's time span is secure, you are all free to go.

You have lied before.

How do I know you are telling the truth now? Don't listen to him, robot. He'll

say anything to get you to operate.

No choice.

Prepare the patient.

I will operate.

I don't know, Robot.

He seems pretty far gone to me. I don't think even you can save him. My

programmers at medical school had great hopes for me.

If I can just reactivate my tapes to all that they've taught me, there is a

chance I can pull him through.

Is there anything I can do to help?

No. You should leave the operating room now.

The sight of broken strings and leaking oil is only for strong stomachs.

Okay, whatever you say.

Good luck, robot.

Thank you, Will Robinson.

Dangerous operation.

But I will try my best.

It's taking so long.

Been in that operating room for hours now.

Those dreadful creatures.

They'll kill us all. I know they will.

The robot said he was a top student in medical school. If anyone can save him,

he can.

What terrible irony.

Our fate in the hands of that mediocre medical misfit.

At least the robot had two years at pre -med school, Smith. You haven't even had

that. For once in his life, Smith's right.

We just can't hang around here and wait and see how that operation turns out.

We're not going to just walk out of here. That's for sure.

Iron bars do not a prison make for some such drivel.

You do have a plan, don't you?

No, not really.

Iron bars do a prison make.

I notice they just have one guard out there.

Now, somehow, if we could get them in here, then fake them out... Yeah, that's

real long shot.

I guess it's the only chance we've got.

Come here.

Hurry, hurry. We'll all be killed if they catch us. Quiet, Smith.

We'll have his leg off in a minute. Oh, dear.

Everyone know what they have to do. Yes, sir.

Smith, I don't know why you insist upon including me in all this violent

nonsense. I find forth more gentle forms of persuasion. All right, have it your

way. But we're breaking out of here.

You can stay locked in this cell. Then try your gentle forms of persuasion to

get yourself out. You wouldn't dare.

Put her to a vote.

Let's say leave him here. That won't be necessary.

I didn't say I wouldn't help.

Zachary Smith is always ready to help his dear companions when they get

themselves clumsily into terrible situations.

He's coming!

Must I? Yes, and now.

He's got space flag.

He's not treated fast. It could spread all over the ship. He needs treatment.

He's got the flag.

There's nothing more we can do.

Wait. I just remembered.

I saw them do it before they took me from the Jupiter.

It might work.

We've got to get him up first.

Dr. Smith, hold it. Is everyone okay? John, lift up.

The last thing I remember was the blast of that ray gun.

I'm surprised it didn't do me in for good.

Yeah, I know.

Well, you can thank Will, but it didn't. These aliens seem to have affected some

kind of a time warp mechanism.

You mean to get Ben time?

Apparently, and move it backward.

Listen, you're still breathing. You'd better believe it.

I think we should get out of here while we still can.

All right, come on.

Aren't you coming, Dr. Smith?

In a moment, will you?

The first time I figured this out.

Figured what out?

This, William.

Do you remember when they first made radio contact with us? They offered me a

priceless treasure.

But I understand it all now. They meant me to have this.

The secret of time.

Well, come on.

Run along, William. I'll join you in a moment.

Okay.

To be able to control time.

I know the winner of every race before it's run. I'll know which stocks are

going up, which ones are going down.

I'll know everything before it happens.

How lovely.

to make it back to the Jupiter II. The robot!

John, look out!

You did it, robot! You saved his life!

Shh!

No noise, please.

It was a very difficult operation, but fortunately, my medical skill was equal

to the task.

telling you what a truly wonderful doctor I am.

Well, you're not going to get a big head now, are you?

Glass does not change size.

You know what I mean. One Dr. Smith is enough.

Dr. Smith is a quack.

I have had two years of intensive programming at one of the best medical

in the galaxy.

Well, we'll talk about that later.

Right now, we've got to get out of here and help Dad and the others.

Leave here?

Impossible. Well, come on. Let's get out of here while we still can.

upsetting my patient. You will have to leave now.

Maybe you shouldn't have helped him in the first place. Maybe he was just too

evil to be saved.

That was all in the past.

His close brush with death has taught him new values.

He is a new brain.

That's what you think.

He still controls those androids, doesn't he?

Right now, they're trying to kill Dad, Don, and Dr. Smith.

Impossible. Well, if you don't believe me, just ask him. You'll see.

Come on, they're right behind us, son. Let's go. Yeah, the robot doesn't want

leave. There's no time to argue. Come on.

Come in.

Professor, you must help me.

William, we've always been friends.

Please tell them to help me.

I'm too old to be nine years old.

Is that really you, Dr. Smith?

Yes, what's left of me. You used that time device, didn't you? Whatever makes

you think that?

I'm just a poor, innocent victim of an alien society.

Please help me.

Can't we do anything?

It's hard enough being a kid once, and it wouldn't be fair for Dr. Smith to

to go through it all twice.

You know, we've got to do something, Don. We can't leave him like that. Yeah,

know what you mean.

Smith, as an adult, was unbearable. As a nine -year -old, he'd be impossible.

Robot, tell your patient that we'll consider letting you treat him, provided

returns Dr. Smith back to normal.

My patient says that you must treat him first.

Then, when he is healthy again, he will consider time -spanning Dr. Smith back

to his real age.

That's not acceptable. He also says that unless you allow me to treat him within

the next two minutes, he still has enough strength left to destroy us all.

Does he?

Yes, he does.

Well, you've heard the ultimatum.

We don't have any choice, do we?

We can't disconnect enough of his wires and springs to neutralize him.

Wait. What side are you on anyway, robot?

He also wishes to remind you that his timing mechanism is still quite

functional. And you now only have a minute and a half to obey his orders or

destroyed. Well, then tell him again just how it is.

Tell him that we'll let you treat him after he's returned Dr. Smith to normal

and after he's secured a safe passage out of here. Tell him that!

Oh, he'll never agree.

Never. We'll all be destroyed right here.

And me, such a wonderful little boy with a brilliant future ahead of me.

Maybe he won't, Dr. Smith.

Maybe he won't.

He'll destroy us. I know he will.

There's less than a minute remaining. In just a few seconds, there'll be nothing

left of me but a pleasant memory.

My patient has agreed.

He will reform in all ways if you will only let me bring him back to full

and vigor.

Stand over there, child.

Thank heavens it's me again. What a frightful experience.

And it's all your fault.

All right, robot.

Take care of your patients.

Stay well, sir.

Just you.

I know they wanted you to stay there, Robot.

And I just want to say that I'm glad you decided to come back with us. Because I

would have missed you.

And I would have missed you, Will Robinson.

It was a tempting offer, though.

They would have sent me up in my own planetary research hospital.

Just think, if my research was successful, there might never again be

case of rusted parts or sprung springs in all the universe.

My patient, he is sick again.

running a temperature, merely a routine symptom of the post -operative

recuperation period.