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Last week, we left Will and Dr. Smith trapped in a mysterious cave, unaware that

inside, a space warp was about to open a ghostly door to an incredible haunted world.

Do you see anything?

It looks like it gets bigger inside, but the robot can't fit through this opening.

Then he can stand out here on guard.

A little storm won't hurt him.

That is all right, Will Robinson.

I do not mind weather.

Better get Dr. Smith inside before he melts.

Go ahead, Dr. Smith.

After you, dear boy.

I shall fight a rear-guard action against the elements.

There's nothing to be afraid of in there.

Now, come on.

You see?

Nothing to worry about.

It gives me claustrophobia.

I have never been able to endure confinement in small places.

You see?

Nothing to worry about.

I have never been able to endure confinement in small places.

William.

Where are you, William?

Right here, Dr. Smith.

Where did they come from?

I don't know, but they sure are handy.

Golly.

A landslide sealed up the cave entrance.

A landslide.

Then we are entombed.

We shall die like rats in the darkness of hunger.

A landslide sealed up the cave entrance.

We shall die like rats in the darkness of hunger.

Oh, woe is me.

Come on, Dr. Smith.

Someone will dig us out.

They won't even know where to look.

The robot can tell them where we are.

That incompetent walking ingot.

No, William, we may as well face it.

We are entombed, and we are doomed.

Well, this is no time to sit down.

On the contrary, William.

It is a time to compose oneself to face doom bravely and with noble composure.

Well, I'm too young to die.

Where are you going?

I'm going to see if there's another entrance to the cave.

William, don't leave me here alone!

William, no!

Oh, sadness, oh sorrow.

My end is surely near.

You must.

Have gone back to the ship.

Well, we'd better start back.

Maybe we'll catch up with them on the way.

We'd better get back to the ship.

Emergency!

Emergency!

What's wrong?

What is it?

Emergency!

Emergency!

To the rescue!

What's the matter with him?

Overheated circuits?

Well, if it was possible, I'd say he's hysterical.

Emergency!

To the rescue!

Well, what could be wrong with him?

Well, something's wrong.

But whatever it is, our metallic friend doesn't make much sense.

Emergency!

Emergency!

Will Robinson and Dr Smith are trapped in a cave by a landslide.

Are they hurt?

My senses indicate they were both in good physical condition.

How long this condition prevails will depend on the air supply.

Will and Smith?

Oh, Don, the robot says they're both trapped in a cave.

Oh, no.

We'll need tools, picks, shovels, anything we can dig with.

We'll start right away.

All right.

I'm coming with you.

William?

William?

Where are you?

I'm afraid he's fallen into some crevice, perhaps hurtling to the very center of this horrible planet.

In this place, in the year 1497, Anno Domini, Hamish Rouglamus,

9th Flaire de Glamis, was executed for high treason against his liege lord and master, James Stuart, King of Scot...

Scotland?

Who back on Earth?

Pull.

Yourself together.

Use your wits.

Think clearly.

There must be some way out of this.

And above all, be calm, Zachary.

Be calm.

Be calm.

Be calm.

Be calm.

Loose rock and shale.

We ought to be able to break through it in no time.

A rescue.

A reprieve from certain doom.

Watch out!

Help!

Did you hear that?

It sounded like a cry for help.

Hello!

Yes!

I hear you, I hear you!

Hurry!

Please, hurry!

That's Smith's voice.

Smith, is Will in there?

We're both in here.

Hurry!

We've got to move!

We're coming!

Right away!

Where's Will?

Ah!

Chup!

I'm afraid I've caught a cold.

Where is Will?

Someplace about.

Chup!

There you see?

I told you, my delicate constitution cannot stand the damp.

Oh, thank heaven you've got that.

Oh, calm yourself, Dr. Smith.

Where's Will?

He went to seek another exit from this infernal place.

I must get out of here.

I must wall myself again in the blessings of light.

Dr. Smith!

Don't mind the game, Smith.

Where's Will?

I told you he went that way!

Will.

But he did go that way.

I saw his light vanish down a passage I did.

There's no passage here, nothing but solid rock.

Don, what could have happened?

Well, we know the magnetic field of this planet's unstable, Maureen.

And?

And I think the storm created a warp in that field, and Will went through it.

You mean he passed through into another dimension?

Well, how do we get him back?

We can only try to duplicate that warp effect.

Will it work?

Well, if Will stays in the same space continuum, yes, I think there's a chance we can get him back.

Any good magician, an amateur at that.

Where'd you get that get-up?

Did he use costume sale?

Cut it out.

I said to cut it out.

But you know, that is a pretty good trick.

Do it with mirrors, I guess.

Great horned toads, have you no respect for a ghostie?

Why don't you stop fooling around?

And take me to your leader.

Me what?

You aliens are all alike.

Never come out and say what's on your mind.

Never save time and trouble.

You're always trying to scare somebody.

Tell me, are you mortal?

Well, of course.

What are you?

I told you what I was.

I'm a ghostie.

If you're not going to be sensible about this, please leave.

I kind of want to thank.

Are you no a field?

Not even a wee bit?

Not at all.

Now, how do I get out of here?

Oh, how does he get out?

Oh, that's a good one.

How does he get out of here?

Don't you know where you are, laddie?

Now we're getting someplace.

Where are we?

You're in the famous halted room of Glamish Land.

And I am the resident ghostie, Hamish Rue Glamish, ninth laird of Glamish.

You mean, you're here?

The very same, laddie.

Oh, would you look at that?

Oh, the dust and dirt in this thing.

I'm telling you, things have gone to sixes and sevens around here in the last few hundred years.

All right, laddie, where's your manner?

Speak up.

Who are you?

I am.

Will Robinson.

Robinson, did you say?

Ha-ha.

You know, that's a goodly name.

I, uh, I knew, uh, Robinson once.

Yes, he was, uh, he was a surgeon.

A surgeon?

Aye, he, he, uh, he took care of me, gout.

Oh, you should have seen the foot on me.

It was that big.

Uh, it's, it's still a bit swollen, but that's because they cut off me head before the cure was complete.

Go ahead, you, uh, you can touch it.

Oh, but be careful now.

Be careful.

Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha.

Oh, oh, oh, shh, shh.

Oh, there's Angus again.

Excuse me.

Excuse me, I forgot something.

You see, it's only the soft music of the pipes that keeps Angus calm.

I'm sure we should stop popping in and out like that.

Hamish.

Hamish, where are you?

Hamish, will you stop playing tricks?

Hamish?

Oh, you're out there.

What is that thing?

I'm telling you, piping is grand, lady, but it surely takes the wind out of a man.

I asked you a question.

What is that?

Huh?

Ah, Angus is it.

Oh, sure, he's the curse of Glamish.

What is he?

What's he like?

It's a wee bit difficult to describe, poor Angus.

Part human, you know.

Human?

Oh, yes, yes.

Why shouldn't he be, too?

Isn't he me own great, great, great granduncle?

Or is it, uh, great, great, great, great granduncle?

Ah, that's it.

Oh, these generations are very confused, very confused.

What else is he like?

Oh, now, like I said, it's very hard to say.

You could call him the thing that goes bump in the night, yes?

He also eats people.

Is it safe out here?

Oh, to be sure, to be sure, yes.

Angus loves the soft music of the pipes.

Well, like I told you, now, he is a wee bit odd, you know.

Down, down, down, Angus, down now.

Easy.

You better be off inside.

He becomes uncontrollable when he smells fresh meat.

Now, off with you, off.

Now,

we'll come back with explosives and take that cave apart.

Will's got to be in there.

Don, Mom!

Will?

I'm not sure.

Door, and here I am.

Don't you believe me?

Will, I think you better go to bed.

You're overtired.

I don't have a fever, Mom.

I tell you, that's just the way it happened.

I was back on Earth.

I was there.

Well, we'll talk about it later.

I guess I'd better go to bed.

Go ahead, dear.

Doesn't anybody believe me?

Oh, now, that's enough of that.

You don't believe that stuff about ghoulies and ghosties and strange beasties, do you?

I believe something happened to Will in that cave.

And instead of everybody doubting him, I think it should be investigated.

Oh, come on, Judy.

Will had a rough time in there.

He imagined things.

Oh, no, Don.

Will's not the kind of boy to imagine things.

No, Judy's right.

There is something in that cave that bears investigating.

I couldn't agree more, madam.

William was in that cave with me, and there was no apparent way for him to get out.

Well, I'm not about to start believing in ghosts, Scottish ghosts or any other kind.

Good night.

Don't worry, dear.

I'll talk to Will about it in the morning.

William?

Come in, Doctor.

Wondersmith.

I thought you'd be awake, and so I brought you some milk.

No, thank you.

I don't want any milk.

As you wish.

William, my dear boy.

I know how you feel.

It's very hard to tell the truth and not be believed.

The same thing has happened to me so many times that I always found it very disconcerting.

However, on some occasions, I have managed to establish my veracity by offering some physical evidence.

Now, if you had any such evidence... Evidence of what?

Of the fact that you were actually back on Earth.

How could I ever prove anything like that?

Perhaps you picked up a trifle on the way.

No.

Wait a minute.

Yes?

Yes?

Yes?

How about this?

A weed?

It was growing all over the castle wall.

Well, that's hardly conclusive evidence, William.

Plants like this could grow anywhere on the planet.

However... I shall take it along and give it some scientific tests, and we shall see.

Good night.

Good night.

I just couldn't have dreamed it all.

I know that I just couldn't.

Yes?

Yes?

Scott.

I've been indigenous to the British Isles, particularly the Ayrshire district of Scotland.

I knew it.

The boy has stumbled onto something in entrance through the dimensions of back to Mother Earth.

Oh, joy, oh, bliss.

I must act at once.

Will Robinson.

Yes, Robot?

Your father ordered me to patrol the area while he is away.

I must warn you, it is not safe to venture beyond the perimeter.

You are the commander of the ship, Will Robinson.

Well, it's all right.

I'm not going to go very far.

Say, did you hear any music out here?

Certain cacophonous sounds were received and recorded by my sensors.

Sounds about right.

Now, don't worry about me.

I won't be going very far.

Sir Hamish.

Thank you.

I'll block you back by the Poles that command you.

Why, Hamish, I thought we were friends.

Don't you try to play any of your sneaky tricks on me again.

I didn't play any tricks on you.

Oh, didn't you indeed, huh?

And how come then this poor tormented ghost of Hamish Rouglamish is in the perdition that he is?

It isn't perdition.

Of course it's perdition when you look at it.

What's wrong with it?

It's the goat, you clot.

It's the goat.

The goat, after 400 years, has come back to plague me.

If that's not perdition, I don't know what is.

Ghosts don't have gout.

Oh, oh, oh, now he's trying to murder me, the wretch.

Oh, oh, oh.

I touched you.

Yeah, of course you touched me.

You, you did touch me.

I'm flesh and blood again.

I'm no longer a ghostie.

Now look at the mess you've got me into.

I thought you'd be glad.

Oh, me head won't come off either.

Have you no notion how this happened?

It must have happened when you passed through the space warp.

A space warp, indeed.

Will you give all me your whining explanations and tell me how I get back to where I belong?

You mean you want to be a ghost again?

Do you think I want to go through another miserable lifetime of this gout in me foot?

Well, I do not.

And besides, who would look after poo?

Well, I don't know about that, but my mother might be able to help your gout.

She's awfully good at doctoring.

Ah, your mother, indeed.

Oh, well, I think we best try something.

All right.

Do what you have to do, laddie, but I ain't going to lie down.

Watch out for your gouts.

It just can't be.

I can see them, and I can touch them, but I just don't believe it.

I didn't come here to be insulted.

You say you're Hamish, ninth lord of Glamis, huh?

Aye.

And you're a ghost.

I am, or at least I was.

Now give me your hand, please.

The gout's in me foot, woman, not in me hand.

Do as Mom says, Hamish.

No.

All right.

What's your dagger for?

I'm going to take a sample of your blood.

What?

Ah!

Oh, I've fallen among vampires, demons, and ghosts, and all the pearls of darkness about.

I'm going to run a test on this blood to see if you're really human or not.

I believe I can provide assurances on that point.

Permit me to introduce myself.

I am Dr Zachary Smith.

Never mind that, Smith.

Just get to the point.

The point is this.

What is it?

It's a kind of Ivy, indigenous to the British Isles.

And particularly to the Ayrshire District of Scotland.

Well, that settles it, then.

We must radio John out with a relay station.

He can explain how to set up that magnetic warp apparatus.

The only problem is, John, we can't generate enough power to maintain the warp for more than a few seconds.

Which means only one besides Hamerson will go through.

I see what you mean.

You're going to be needed at the magnetizer controls.

I could go.

Oh, no, dear.

No chance, Judy.

Not without knowing what's beyond that warp.

May I propose a solution?

Now, let's hear it, Smith.

I shall go myself.

You?

Why?

I am eminently qualified from a scientific point of view.

I shall return to Earth with this briefcase containing star charts,

pinpointing our exact location in space.

Within a matter of months, a relief expedition will be on the way to rescue all of you.

Now, what could be simpler than that?

How do we know this isn't one of your tricks, Smith?

Tricks?

Aye.

I'm afraid you'll just have to trust me.

Well, that's like trusting a fox in a henhouse.

Spare me the poisonous barbs, Major.

They fall on deaf ears.

I have proposed a logical solution.

Now you find something better.

Don, he's right.

It's our best chance.

But... No buts.

Now, you set it up that way and don't wait for me if I'm not back.

That warp could close up at any time.

All right, let's get back to the Jupiter and pick up some superchargers.

Right.

Smith, you and the robot stay here and guard this.

When we get back, we'll assemble it inside the cave.

I knew they'd see it my way.

Oh, you take the low road and I'll take the high road And I'll be in Scotland

before ye And me and my true love will never meet again By the bonny,

bonny banks of Loch Lomond Oh, dearie, dearie me, what a horrible, horrible sound.

Well,

what do you want, you gobble-headed booby?

Some sounds are even too much for my electronic hearing, Dr. Smith.

I see what you mean.

Well, sir, I might as well say farewell to you now, since I shall be departing in the morning.

And let me tell you that our association has been most

unpleasant, and I do not regret its termination in the very least.

Mutual, Dr. Smith.

Mutual, Dr. Smith.

What did you say?

I said do not be so certain you will not be coming back.

I shall never return, you tin-tin-abulating tin can.

Never.

Oh, my dear sir, what lovely, lovely music, so delicate.

Quiet!

You're disturbing me, music weasel snout.

My sincere apologies, my dear sir, but I did think that since we are to

journey together through time and space, we should know a bit more about each other.

I am Dr. Zachary Smith.

Psychic.

Investigator.

Extraordinaire.

I am a student of the occult, a sophisticated man of the world, a bon vivant.

You're nothing but a nasty, mealy-mouthed gizzard.

That's what you are.

I beg your pardon.

And a treasonist of the first water.

Oh, I know your kind very well, Smith.

You have no intention of sending a rescue back to your comrades when you're safe on Earth.

And I wouldn't be a bit surprised, but there's nothing but dirty shirts in that wee bag of yours there.

My dear Hamish.

Quiet.

That's enough.

Don't deny it.

Very well.

But under the circumstances, I would find it most inconvenient for them to return to Earth to bear witness against me.

I knew it.

I knew it.

But surely the rule of self-preservation was the same in your time, was it not?

There were always self-seekers.

Aye.

Well, I beg you, sir, I implore you, do not betray me to the others.

I have no intention of it.

It has always been my belief that a man finds his own just deserts.

And now, good night to you, Dr. Smith.

Sure.

All right, as soon as you get to Earth, you make sure the Space Authority gets this.

Never fear.

Smith is here.

All right, Maureen, let's get this activated.

All right.

Goodbye, dear William.

Try to Cherish the priceless bits of wisdom that I've managed to pass on to you.

Take care, Dr. Smith.

And Penny, how I shall miss you, dear Penny.

We'll be seeing you again soon, Dr. Smith.

Of course you will.

Goodbye.

Now I'm ready.

Stand by.

Power.

Pack.

I'll have to get another one.

How long will it.

Take?

I don't know.

Oh dear.

Don't worry, Mom.

We'll get Will back.

I hope.

Home again.

Ah, what a grand, cozy feeling, huh?

Hey, bish!

Hey, Miss Rouglamis!

Wait for me!

Did you hear that, dinkers?

Did you hear that, huh?

No, no, no, no.

None of that, you naughty boy.

None of that, I say.

You can give him a bit of a fright all right.

Just to let him know what kind of a fright he is.

The place he's in, huh?

Hamish, are you there?

Hamish?

Hamish?

Hamish, are you there?

Hamish?

Oh, good heavens, it worked.

It's Earth.

I'm back on Earth.

Is that you, Hamish?

Stay away from me.

I don't know.

Dr. Smith!

Hamish, where are you?

How.

Do you feel, huh?

Oh, good heavens, you gave me quite a turn.

Don't do that.

Oh, forgive me.

I forgot that you're not used to such terrible sights, huh?

Did the cold chills run up and down your spine, huh?

Yes, they did.

Indeed, they did.

Ah, good, good.

And your teeth?

Did they chitter-chatter?

And gnash?

Yes, so much so that they still hurt.

Oh, they meant rare for them all together, huh?

How did I get here?

And what happened to that horrible creature?

Hush now, hush.

You're speaking of Angus, a dear relative.

A relative, I see.

Well, I'm sure he'd be much more charming under other circumstances.

Yes, well, now, come along now.

We'd better be going inside.

Yes, my baggage, my baggage.

Ah, just so, just so.

Thank you.

After you, sir.

What is this?

Here we are.

Isn't this cozy?

Cozy indeed.

I think not.

What is this obscene thing?

A chopping block.

A chopping block.

What?

And this is the chopper.

And this, this makes a man's last moments very comfortable indeed.

Listen, would you like to try it, huh?

Heaven forbid.

Now, let's not dawdle any longer, sir.

Just show me the way out of here and back to my beautiful earth.

Ah, just so, just so.

You might try that door over there.

That door?

Aye.

Aye.

Aye.

You're quite sure?

Oh, certain.

World.

Dear world.

Here I come.

What.

Is, what is this horrible place?

Ah, you poor gum, you.

Do you think that they make it easy for a man to go from one world to the next, huh?

Well, then, my dear sir, I must implore you, let me return to my friends at once, if you please.

Your friends, huh?

The ones that you were so anxious to leave behind, is it, huh?

Well.

Ah.

Well, no matter.

There's the door, laddie.

The door?

Aye.

Ha!

But remember, Uncle Angus will be waiting on the other side for you.

Uncle?

Angus?

Help!

Help me!

No!

Why are you shouting?

No one can hear you.

Get me out of here.

You must get me out of here!

Oh, hush, hush, hush, lad.

You'll grow to love this place in a hundred years or so.

A hundred years?

Aye.

My dear sir, I shall be dead of starvation much before then.

Oh, that you will indeed, laddie.

And maybe then, as a ghostie, you'll provide a fitting companion for meself.

A ghostie?

An earthbound spirit?

Me?

For a man of your miserable age.

Miserable disposition?

It's the only fitting thing.

Miserable disposition, indeed.

I don't think you should talk about miserable dispositions.

You miserable spectre.

After all, no one in my family turned traitor to the king.

What?

Your family?

And what were they, mate, I ask, ah?

A miserable bunch of ragpickers, I'll want.

How dare you, sir.

I'll have you to know that on my mother's side, I am a direct descendant of the most noble family in Scotland.

Oh, to be sure, to be sure.

Say you so, indeed.

Say I so, indeed.

And let me add you further.

I am a direct descendant to the noble Ruthven family.

Ruthven.

Ruthven.

Oh, pause above.

Did you hear what he said?

Ruthven, he said.

Ruthven, that accursed name.

Ruthven, the traitor.

Ruthven, the informer.

Ruthven that sent me to the block.

Hamish, my dear sir, please control yourself.

Silence, you spawn of Ruthven.

Now, sir, through his miserable carcass, I, Hamish Rouglamish, shall gain my revenge.

Through your miserable carcass.

Everlasting peace.

Not that.

Not him.

Not me.

Take this vile traitor to the block.

You don't mean that.

What are you doing?

Hamish, I implore you.

I am completely innocent.

Why would you do a thing like this?

Hamish!

Dr. Smith, where are you?

Doesn't anybody hear me?

Please, I implore you.

This entire procedure is highly illegal.

There's been no trial.

I see no jury.

As defendant in this case, I must protest.

My rights are being ignored.

Something must be done.

Push your clapper and die like a man.

Die?

I'm too young to die.

Oh, I'm dreaming.

I must be dreaming.

Oh, the pain.

The pain.

Don't make the ropes too tight.

Oh, still, you silly klutz.

Now, down!

Down!

No, no!

No, no!

No!

Man.

Out of his misery.

You.

Nasty creature.

You caused a man to miss his chop.

Oh, we'll give it another try.

Whenever you're ready, Master Headsman.

Dr. Smith!

What are you doing here?

William, help me.

Save me.

Don't let him chop off my head.

I should say not.

Who ever heard of such a thing?

No, no, no, lady.

There are great issues at stake here.

Once his miserable, worthless head rolls in the dust, I shall be free to enter unto my eternal rest.

I have never heard of anything so utterly selfish.

Selfish?

I'm thinking not of myself but of poor Angus out there.

Think of him, laddie, lying there in the bottom of that lake for 900 years,

all covered with slimy, crawly things and in that horrible monster shape of his.

Now, once I'm free, he'll be free too.

Now, stand aside, ladies.

Stand aside.

And it'll all be over in a snick-snack jump.

No!

I won't let you do it!

Angus!

No, no, no, no, no!

Angus!

Come back!

Angus is out there!

Oh, get the...

Oh, the poor laddie is down.

Make himself comfortable there and I'll be back in a moment.

No, no, wait!

Oh, no!

No, I implore you, please!

Spare me!

Angus, I want to talk to you!

You've got to listen to me!

Angus, I don't know what you did to have this happen to you, but it must have been pretty bad.

And I don't know what Hamish did, but it must have been bad, too.

But the thing is, you did those things and you got what you deserved for them.

And now Hamish is going to kill my friend so that you and he can be freed from your curse.

Dr. Smith isn't a good man, but he's not a bad one either.

The thing is, he's alive.

He's a man like you were once.

Remember how it was when you could be strong and weak all at the same time?

When you wanted to do something, you could do good things, but they turned

out bad because you were human and a man like Dr. Smith.

Angus, please, ask Hamish to let Dr. Smith go.

Oh, I tell you, Larry, that was uncommon bravery.

You know, you put Hamish through glamorous to shame.

What about Dr. Smith?

Oh, yes.

Well, all right, take him.

Take him and go back where you belong.

Thanks, Hamish.

And thank Angus, too.

I will, I will.

Off, off, off with you.

Sir?

Am I dead already?

Dr. Smith!

Am I dead?

No.

And with your luck, you're not going to be.

What?

There.

Come on, we've got to get out of here.

Help me.

Yes, quickly.

Quickly.

Oh.

Oh, dear.

Which way should we go?

I think this way.

No, this way.

No, it's this way.

What?

Stand by.

Judy?

Are you.

All right?

I'm fine.

Except for one thing.

What?

I sure feel sorry for poor Hamish and Angus back there.

Sorry, indeed.

The back of my hand to the both of them.

However, it might perhaps be the time for charity to outweigh justice.

Oh.

Oh.

Well, maybe a bit of a tune will cheer us up, eh, Angus, huh?

Thank you.

Hamish.

Rouglamis.

Mayor de Glamis.

Yes?

Who calls Hamish Rouglamis?

It's your father, Hamish.

Father?

Ach, I haven't heard from you in a long time.

Hamish, my son.

You failed to take your righteous revenge.

Ach, I know, father.

I know.

But like you always said, I am a bit of a fool.

Hamish, you might have lost your chance for eternal rest.

You were guilty of charity, Hamish.

Yes, I...

I suppose so.

And for that, Hamish, lair of Glamis, there can be but one judgment.

Come home, Hamish.

Oh, you...

You mean for...

You've earned your rest.

Now get a move on.

Oh.

What... What about poor Angus Harder?

Oh, take him along.

Angus, come on out, laddie.

Out.

Come on out up over there.

Here.

Give me your hand.

There we are.

Angus, we're going home.

You.

Have the first line.

Affirmative.

Okay.

Let's begin the play.

Oh, my child, what shall we do?

There is no food in the house.

Winter is upon us and we are without friends.

Hostile Indians are attacking us.

Oh, no.

Oh, my child.

Oh, do not despair, mother dear, for we still have each other.

Where is he?

Dr. Smith.

Yes?

I was just checking my costume and makeup.

You were supposed to make an entrance.

This is only rehearsal, William.

I know my part perfectly.

Know it.

You live it.

Perfect typecasting, if you ask me.

No one did, you Neanderthal ninny.

And spare me the asinine ad libs.

All right.

All right.

Now you're in the house, Dr. Smith, and the mother reacts in fear.

Let's hear it.

Ah!

I have you in me power now.

I am a poor defenseless woman.

Have pity.

Out!

I beg your pardon, dear.

Out!

Out into the tempest and the storm.

And the face of the hostile Indian.

Mercy!

Mercy!

Oh, please, sir.

Do not throw us out into the raging storm.

Oh, no!

Oh, no!

Because, baby, it's cold out there.

That does it.

I resign.

How can we put on a serious play when this metallic ham will not follow the script?

This play doesn't need a director.

It needs a referee.

Now, when you're all ready to take this seriously, call me!

Do not leave, Will Robinson.

We need you.

We don't need the writer or the director.

All we need is the star.

Me.

Penny, let's try it for my entrance.

I will knock and you will answer.

What was my line again?

Just one moment.

Oh, yes.

Now I remember.

Waiting for the knock at the door, Dr. Smith.

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