All language subtitles for 02-S3E02 - Visit To A Hostile Planet-eng

Outer orbital velocity maintained.

Exiting final atmosphere.

Switch to reserve fuel cells
for firing check.

[ Explosion ]

Oh! Oh.

- John, is anything wrong?
- Looks like impurities in the reserve fuel system.

We're gonna try a short blast at maximum
thrust to clean 'em. Now, standby below.

Impurities? There may be noxious fumes.
I must get my gas mask.

All right. Maximum acceleration.
Full forward thrust, one minute.

Full forward thrust, one minute.

- We must be getting close to the speed of light.
- Will it purify us?

[ Blows Raspberry ]

How dare you!

Fifty-eight, 59. One minute.

Power off.

It's not responding.
We're still at maximum acceleration.

We're on runaway thrust.
I can't slow us down.

Hit the emergency circuit breakers. Quickly!

Warning! Warning! Vehicle velocity...

now equivalent to speed of light.

Velocity now increasing
beyond E.M. radiation speed.

[ Explosion ]

Oh, dear. Where am I?

Why does everything look so glassy?

I must be underwater, at
the bottom of some terrible sea.

William. William, wake up!

Judy? Penny? Dear lady?

Alone. I'm alone. The only survivor.

How could they do this to me?
[ Whimpers ]

Woe is me. Alack and alas.

Woe is me. Whatever shall I do?

Professor? Major? You too?

Alack and alas.
[ Screams ]

Good heavens! What is this,
a manta ray? A giant squid?

Correction. I am a robot...

as you will plainly see if
you will remove your gas mask.

It's all your fault,
you computerized clod.

What has happened to us?
Where are we?

Good questions, Dr. Smith.

Referring to your first question,
I have sufficient data to conclude...

that runaway acceleration
past the speed of light...

has carried the Jupiter 2
into hyperdrive.

- Stop cackling and say what you mean.
- We are not where we were.

I warn you. Don't try my patience.
Where are we?

Both visual
and electronic data indicate...

that electromagnetic radiation at runaway
velocity has brought us to a space warp...

to that solar system
containing the planet Earth.

Earth? Did you say Earth? Where?

- In colloquial terms, at 12:00 low.
- What? Where?

Professor. Major.
You're alive, thank heaven.

He says it's Earth, but I don't believe it.
Oh, don't torment me.

It's an illusion, a mirage.
A doomed man's apparition.

No, Smith, that's no apparition.

That's our solar system, and that's Earth.

Earth. We are home.
This ghastly nightmare is over.

It is over, isn't it?

Definitely and without
a shadow of a doubt, that is Earth.

Our journeys are over.

Are you sure, quite sure
that that is Earth?

- Quite.
- I knew it. I knew it all along.

But I thought it would be so much nicer
for you to find out for yourselves.

Dr. Smith, you have got to be kidding.

John, what's the name of that outfit that
might like to know we're still around?

Uh, Beta Gamma, don't tell me now.

Uh, I think that
they'll identify themselves...

once you've raised them on your,
uh--your Z-band.

Yeah, right. Uh, we better suit up
for reentry too.

- All right. I'll tell Maureen and the children.
- Excuse me, Doctor.

Well, of course. Of course.

Major, can I be
of any assistance to you?

Just stand clear and don't hold your breath.
This isn't going to be easy, Doctor.

Ah, Major, I have
the utmost confidence in you.

Alpha Control, this is
the Jupiter 2. Come in.

Come in, Alpha Control. This is Jupiter 2
preparing for reentry. Come in.

- No luck?
- No.

We've tried every possible radio beam frequency
we have. Also all the power we've got.

Something strange is going on.

Well, is it possible they've changed
their communication system?

Could be. We've been away for a while.

We'll be hitting reentry
within three minutes.

I want everyone
on the lower deck and strapped in.

All right. Come on. Let's go.

I can smell pine and fresh water.
A pond or a lake.

It smells like burning leaves, like fall.

- Do you feel cold?
- Just-Just happy.

Man-made buildings.

And look over there,
I can see the glow of lights from the city.

Soon we'll be among friends.
Oh, I'm so happy, I could just shout.

- I'd like to do what Dr. Smith is doing.
- Oh. [ Chuckles ]

Earth, sweet Earth. How lovely.

More delectable than the rarest wine.

Friends, countrymen,
ladies and gentlemen...

as I look about me
at all your smiling faces--

Dr. Smith, there's no one here but us...

so I think you'd better save your homecoming
address for someone who has to listen to it.

Strange. I could've sworn
there was a multitude out here.

But no matter, William. Come along.
Let us tread the friendly paths of Earth...

and see what we can see.

All right. But I think you two better stay
within range of the ship.

- Both of you.
- Well, we don't have any transportation, Mom.

And you know how
Dr. Smith is about walking.

Fiddle-dee-fie, William. Come along.

Well, shall we go see for ourselves?

I can see a sort of gate over there and a shack.
Maybe there's someone there.

All right.
Let's go see what we can see.

- A parking area by the look of it.
- Yeah.

- Did you check our Earth calender?
- As best I could.

Give or take a week or two, it's the month
of October, the Earth year 1999.

This could be a weekend. Let's go.

Well, that's odd.

It doesn't look as though there's been
anybody here for some time.

Yet, look, there isn't much dust.

- Try calling the communications center.
- What, on this?

I don't know. I've seen pictures of
people using them, but...

- I don't know if this'll work.
- [ High-pitched Tone ]

Hello. Hello, this is Maureen Robinson
from the Jupiter 2.

- Do you read me?
- Sounds like one of our alarm bells.

I think we'd better get back to the ship
and report to your father.

- Hello!
- Anyone here?

Guess you were right.
Must be a weekend.

Don, did you ever see one of those?

Last time I saw a car like this,
it was in a museum.

- What's it doing here?
- Beats me.

Don, look at this.

Well, I was right. Michigan.

- No, the year.
- '47?

1947.

- [ Static ]
- What do you make of that?

[ Man On Radio ]
This is emergency station MTG.

All listeners are urged to
stay tuned to this station...

for full, minute-by-minute reports on the
grave situation which now faces this area.

At 2:35 this morning,
an unidentifiable flying object...

was seen in the skies
above Lake Superior.

At the same time, all power and
communication within a 200-mile radius...

of station MTG failed.

Witnesses now report that the craft...

which appears to navigate without
propellers or steering gear...

has landed in the parking area of
a sawmill in Manatou Junction.

All citizens capable of bearing arms
are urged to report at once...

to the home of Joseph Cragmire
on Willow Lane, Manatou Junction.

It is believed that the occupants of
the unidentified object...

are dangerous emissaries
of a world not our own.

No.

You are listening to
emergency station MTG.

The time is now 3:15 a.m....

Saturday, October 17, 1947.

Please stand by.

Did you hear that?
[ Scoffs ]

"Dangerous emissaries
of a world not their own."

Yeah. I also heard the date.

The year, 1947.

Same as on that license plate.

This car is new to them,
and we're 50 years out of our time.

I don't know
exactly what that means to us.

I know what it means to them.
They think we're aliens.

- Us? Aliens?
- Yes. Let's get back to the ship.

Hold it, Charlie.
If you shoot at them two...

you're gonna have a whole slew of them
piling out of that there blimp.

- How many you reckon there are, Grover?
- Could be a whole army of 'em.

What they're made of
they don't take up no room.

A Tales of Tomorrow story I was reading said
they ain't nothing but electric shadows...

and that there vehicle
ain't much more.

You put your hand on it, all you'd get
would be a high-voltage shock.

That's what blew out all our power,
when they're coming down here.

In the story, they called 'em Voltones.
That's what they are, I reckon.

- Voltones, eh?
- Yeah.

Maybe we could blow out their fuses
if we put the fire hose on 'em.

Here comes a couple more of 'em!

That's a pile of sawn lumber, Dr. Smith.

Yes, obviously for the construction of
the reviewing stand, William.

They always have reviewing stands for
returning heroes, you know.

Yes, indeed. I shall be here with
the usual dignitaries on either side of me...

as the color guard goes marching by,
followed by crack regiments.

While overhead,
squadrons of planes come--

- Hands up, you.
- [ Gasps ] I'm innocent.

Now, look here.
Look here, my good man.

Get your hands up,
and that goes for you too.

- You don't understand, sir. We're not trespassing.
- Get 'em up.

Are you asking to be shot?

You realize, of course,
that you will be severely disciplined...

when your superiors are informed of
the indignities you are inflicting upon me.

Exactly how they tried to hoodwink folks
in that there story, Charlie.

- This here Voltone's a young'un, Grover.
- Hey, that hurt!

- Unhand him, sir.
- You ain't an electric shadow.

Of course not. I'm human.
That's our spaceship over there.

Look, I know we've been away for a long time,
but you must've heard of the Jupiter 2.

- Well, we've just come back.
- Indeed, we have.

And covered with glory, may I add.

Gentlemen, I shall be
more than pleased to overlook your...

misplaced and overzealous
sense of duty...

if you'll be good enough to direct us
to command headquarters.

Keep 'em up. You Voltones sure know how to
spin a good yarn, but you ain't foolin' us.

No, sirree. Not for a minute. Now you just
turn yourselves around and start marching.

You may not remember me, but you must
remember my father, John Robinson.

We were on every video screen
in the country when we lifted off.

I know all about video screens, young fella.

Read about 'em in a mechanics magazine.

But they ain't due for a couple of
years yet. Leastwise, not around here.

What? There were millions of 'em.

Even way back in 1950.

Oh. That's a good'un.
1950 ain't for three years yet.

What? Do you mean to say
that this is 1946?

Forty-seven's what it is. Now, move.

Oh, good heavens, William.

Dr. Smith, we must've
passed through a time warp.

- We're 50 years ahead of them.
- I said move.

Wait a minute, Grover. Look, they ain't
electric shadows like you said.

They don't talk so different from us.
Maybe we was wrong.

- You think so?
- Please, believe us, sir. We're from Earth.

- [ Dr. Smith ] We are. We are.
- All personnel...

report back to
the Jupiter immediately.

I repeat, all personnel,
report back to the Jupiter.

High time you arrived,
you blithering bumpkin.

Inform these
ignorant busybodies who we are.

Don't come no closer or I'll shoot.

Don't threaten him, sir.
He might blast you.

I ain't afraid of no Voltones.

I suggest we leave before
those jokers really get me riled up.

Come along, William!

- [ Gunfire Continues ]
- Inside!

Fire into the lumber pile.
That'll scare them off.

My sensors indicate that the hostiles
are in full retreat.

Hostiles is right.

Yes, I realize
it would be tempting to stay.

Try to make them understand that we're not
Voltones or whatever it is they call us.

But no one, not here nor anywhere else
in this entire country...

is gonna believe for one minute that
our presence is 50 years in their future.

Why, they'd shun us. Or worse...

they'd put us in some institution
and have our heads examined.

- No, sir.
- Well, couldn't we sort of live apart?

We've been on our own
for a good long time now.

- We could make our own lives.
- Where? On top of some isolated mountain?

Cut off from society and with no hope
of surviving until our own time?

You're right, dear. I suppose we have to find
our way back to the time in which we belong.

Well, when do we go?

It'll take at least a half a day to fix
our inertial guidance system.

Return to that dreadful desolation
out there? Never!

Why don't you understand?
With our knowledge of the future...

we could be the masters
of this entire planet.

What's the use of being a master,
Dr. Smith, if everyone thinks you're a kook?

Kook, indeed, my dear. A king!

Forget it, Smith.

We're here by accident, not design.

And we're not taking over
what isn't ours to take.

Now let's get busy.
It'll be light soon.

I wanna lift off at 1600 hours.
That's 12 hours from now.

Oh, sadness, oh, sorrow.

They're throwing away
half a century of priceless wisdom.

How can they do this to me?

All right. Let's have a little discipline
around here. Come on.

[ Blows Whistle ]
Fall in, right along there.

And when was the last time
you fellas cleaned your pieces?

- We're not goin' possum hunting
on this expedition.
- Joe, when are we moving out?

It's Captain Cragmire till the enemy
is licked and taken prisoner.

Yes, sir, Captain Cragmire.

Now, men, when I was fighting the enemy
at Chateau-Thierry...

I said to myself,
"Joe Cragmire," I said...

"fight like you've never fought before."

Because in his whole life, a man
only gets one chance to be a hero.

But we've got
another chance today, all of us.

To do our duty.
To-To hit the enemy where it hurts.

To protect our homes and loved ones,
and to show them inhuman varmints up there...

that us folks in Manatou Junction
is-is strong as a rock.

Impregnable as a fortress.
Courageous as a lion.

- [ Loud Clattering ]
- Hit the dirt!

[ Engine Backfiring ]

- [ Backfiring ]
- We seen 'em, Joe!

Them Voltones.

Two of 'em come snooping around
the sawmill.

- Call me Captain when you address me, Grover.
- Yes, Captain.

- What'd they look like?
- They fixed up their faces to look like us...

but they couldn't
do nothing about their bodies.

Their skin's all silvery,
like the underside of a speckled trout.

- Then two more of them come around.
- Tell him about the big fella.

- The one with the electric shooting iron.
- He was their leader, I reckon.

Lightning come out of
his arms. We both was hit.

You should've seen him, Joe-- I mean,
Captain. Head big as a rendering vat.

Arms big enough around like a honey locust
tree and a body the size of an elephant.

All silvery, just like the others.

Charged with electricity like a power station.
Shooting at him didn't do no good.

We stayed out there till it was light.
That big fella's still out there.

We got ourselves a dilemma, men.
We can't get no messages out...

and like as not, they'd spot a man
if we sent him for help.

- Any suggestions?
- Well, maybe we could lure 'em out one at a time...

rope 'em, knock out their circuits with
an insulated pipe wrench.

[ Exhales ]
Yeah. [ Clears Throat ]

Men, as deputy mayor
of Manatou Junction...

and in the absence of Mayor Ledbetter
on a fishing trip--

although I'll never know why you voted for him
instead of me-- I have just made a decision.

For the protection of our community
and, uh, the defense of our nation...

we have formed ourselves
into a squad of vigilantes.

Now, all those who can
throw a lasso, hands up.

All right. Now, you men
provide yourselves with ropes...

and insulated pipe wrenches
and proceed to the sawmill.

Your mission: To decoy those varmints out of
their blimp and bring 'em back here alive.

Now, the rest of you
will patrol the town...

and keep this command post
well-informed of all enemy activities.

[ Chuckles ] I guess I don't have to tell you,
I'd like to be up on the front lines with you...

but, being commanding officer, I gotta
stay here at the command post and...

plan strategy, like this roping trick.

All right. Battle stations, men,
and good luck.

- [ Tires Screech ]
- [ Honks Horn ]

Halt! Who goes there?

Hush, ninny.
You know perfectly well who I am.

This area is off-limits to all Jupiter
personnel until further notice.

For your information, I am no longer
a member of the Jupiter m�nage.

My destiny is clear. It lies yonder
among the worthy citizens...

of this backward civilization, which will,
of course, develop rapidly under my guidance.

Come along, sir. You will join me as
my electronic aide-de-camp.

Negative, Dr. Smith.
My destiny is also clear.

It lies here and yonder.

Have you no imagination, you digitized dunce?
This world is our oyster.

I prefer cybernetics
to seafood, Dr. Smith.

Bah! Booby. Spare me
your feeble attempt at humor. Adieu.

I'm afraid the girls haven't reconciled
themselves to having their hopes dashed.

For that matter,
I'm not sure I have either.

- I tried to explain to them, but, uh--
- I know.

It takes a while for the heart
to catch up with the head.

- It's a beautiful sky, isn't it?
- So's the land.

I saw it on the video screen.

Cornfields. Orchards with ripe fruit.

Pastures. Birds flying.

Mom, would it be all right if we went over
to the orchards and picked some apples?

- Look. It isn't far.
- Well, all right.

You run ahead, but be sure
to come right back if you see anyone.

A promise.

I'd kind of liked
to have gone with them.

- This area is off-limits to--
- I know. I'm looking for
Dr. Smith. Have you seen him?

- I have seen the former Dr. Smith.
- The former?

He has returned to the fifth decade of
the 20th century to fish for oysters.

- You mean he went into town?
- Affirmative.

I'd better go get him back. Come on.
You'd better come with me.

- My orders are to--
- Well, this order supercedes all previous orders.

Now, let's go.

Poor devils.
They've all hidden themselves.

They're all afraid of
harmless, little Zachary Smith.

Oh, dear. I must find a way to gain
their confidence. What shall--

Try and get a fix on
Dr. Smith's whereabouts, Robot.

I have already
performed that operation.

My sensors now indicate
that Dr. Smith is in there.

I don't see him in there, Robot.

Have patience, Will Robinson.

Dr. Smith!

So, there you are,
you caterwauling coward.

I see you've changed your mind
about joining me. I knew you would.

And you've brought
a young volunteer with you. Splendid.

A very wise decision, William. And your
parents will also think better of leaving...

once they realize how pleasant life is
gonna be for us all here.

You're all mixed up, Dr. Smith.
We can't stay here. This just isn't our world.

The Robot and I came to take you back.

Ridiculous. I won't hear of it.
I came, I saw, and I intend to conquer.

- But, Dr. Smith--
- Grab 'em, boys.

- Here they are, boys. I cornered them for you.
- Warning! Warning!

- Warn-- [ Shuts Off ]
- There we are.

[ Will ] Hey, turn me loose!
Let me go! Let me go!

- Let me go!
- Forgive me, William.

But I had to do this
for your own good.

You can come a little closer.
I mean, I'm not gonna bite you or anything.

I'm not supposed to be here at all,
but I couldn't resist taking a peek.

- You don't look very dangerous.
- I'm not dangerous. Neither is he.

But you're Voltones, and Voltones
can assume any shape they like.

They can even speak our language.

That's what Mr. Grover told my father.

Well, Mr. Grover's wrong.
I'm as human as you are.

Not him. He's a robot.

The only problem is
we got here 50 years too early.

Will you please untie these ropes, so
I can explain to someone who we really are?

- Please?
- I'm sorry, but I can't believe a word you say.

Golly, you sure do act awful human,
even though you aren't.

But I am human. I am! I am!

I am! I am!
[ Straining ]

What's the use.

Yeah, I done me a mite of studying up on
these here "extre-terrestrial" phenomena.

I reckon
I can handle most of them.

Where did you say you was from, Chief?

Chickasaw Falls, Captain.

Got me a good look
at their vehicle in my astral telescope.

I knew they'd be landing here, so I figured
I'd just mosey on over and give y'all a hand.

Yeah, well, we sure need it.

Mind you, I ain't saying that
you folks ain't defending yourselves...

as efficiently as you know how, but I guess
a bit of my know-how won't come amiss.

Well, you sure knew how
to stop that big one cold.

- He plucked that there motor clean out of his hide.
- Yeah. Clean out of his hide.

Now, Captain, no offense, but if
I'm gonna be of any help to you...

I'm gonna need full authority
over your vigilantes.

- Full?
- Full.

Well, as Captain and Deputy Mayor, I could
appoint you second lieutenant.

- No.
- First lieutenant?

No, it ain't good enough.
It's gotta be major or nothing.

Well, I reckon with your know-how,
you outrank me. Major it is.

Stand at ease, Cragmire.

Inform the rest of the battalion of
a change in command, gents.

- Yes, sir, Major.
- Yes, sir.

Well, this is only the beginning.

- What did you say?
- Nothing. Nothing.

I'm gonna interrogate the prisoners,
Cragmire. Stand at ease.

[ Forced Exhale ]

Poor, dear William.

It cuts me to the quick to
see you in such a predicament.

But until you can face things realistically,
you must be treated as an alien.

It's you who aren't facing things
realistically, Dr. Smith.

You know very well the Jupiter 2
won't leave without us.

Precisely, dear boy. Sooner or later they will
come around to my way of thinking...

and realize that one world in hand
is worth two in space.

William, if you will promise to give me
your full support and cooperation--

Dr. Smith, please go away.
You're beginning to bother me.

Bother indeed.
Mind your manners, William.

These apples are so good,
I could eat them all.

We'll take some seeds and try
growing them in the hydroponic garden.

[ Screams ] No, get back to the ship
before they get you.

Stop!

- Hey, you're a girl.
- What did you think I was, some kind of a zombie?

Well, aren't you?

Oh, you people are so foolish.

Look, all that happened is
we landed here out of our time zone...

and you people are
treating us like hostile aliens.

[ Grunts ] Please take this rope off.
It's hurting me.

You know, you speak so natural-like.
I could almost believe you.

Apples.

Oh, now don't tell me
you Voltones eat those things?

Of course we do,
and we're not Voltones.

We're people, just like
the rest of you.

Well, the way Smith felt
about staying...

I'd say he went into town
to try to make contact with them.

- Yes, but Will wouldn't do that.
- He's missing. So is the Robot.

Mom! Dad! They got Judy!

- They threw a rope around her and--
- Where?

Right outside, under the shed.

Hmm. Good apples.
Where'd you get 'em?

- Over there.
- Oh, Ed Jensen's place. Lucky he didn't catch you.

Is it any better being caught by you?

Please, you know I'm being truthful.
You've got to let me go.

- I have orders to bring you in alive,
but if you give me any trouble--
- Drop it!

- Dad!
- Drop it.

Oh. I tried to explain to him who we were,
Dad, but it just wouldn't register.

- Are you her father?
- Yes.

I'm also the father of
a young boy named Will Robinson.

- Do you know where he is?
- No. My orders were to try and capture
you one at a time.

Is there anyone else in the area?

- You'd better answer me.
- Some. Scattered about.

Now, you listen to me.
How we got here isn't important.

You wouldn't understand anyway.

But we're leaving here at 1600 hours,
and I want my boy back when I go.

So I'm giving you one hour
to get him back here...

or we're coming into town with lasers
a lot more powerful than this one.

And there won't be
much left standing when we leave.

One hour, boy.

He tried to be nice.

Yeah. Well, I never did
trust those old-fashioned boys.

I still don't understand
why you decided I wasn't dangerous.

I didn't. The major said
it was all right for me to feed you.

- The major?
- The fire chief.

He's the one in charge of
all the vigilantes now.

[ Sighs ] Figures.
Look, he's really not a fire chief.

His name is Dr. Smith, and he belongs
with us on the Jupiter 2.

Now he's just got some silly idea that
he'd be happier living here...

than with us where he belongs.

- You mean, he's a Voltone too?
- Of course not.

- You mean, he's a Voltone too?
- Of course not.

There's no such thing as a Voltone.
Don't you understand?

You don't understand, do you?

Look. You see this?

I chipped it off an outcrop on the planet
we were living on before we came here.

Take it. It's not gonna hurt you.
It's just a jewel from another planet.

Now, two years ago when we lifted off
for Alpha Centauri--

- that's a star--
- Two years ago?

Oh. Well, to you that would be about
50 years in the future.

- What's the matter?
- I don't know.

It's just that, well,
if I do believe you...

and you really are telling the truth,
we can never meet.

- At least, not for real.
- Oh, that's all right. You can keep that.

That'll prove we met for real.

I hate to have to
do this, but I have to tie you up again.

That's all right.
You're just obeying orders.

Ah, yes, Cragmire.

Manatou Junction will be
the cybernetic center of the world.

People will come from far and near
to worship at the cybernetic shrine...

which we shall build here.

Do you figure them Voltones will do
all this even when we capture 'em?

They will have no choice
if they wish to survive.

Well, have you worked out a plan
how to capture them?

I see no reason to believe
that capture will be necessary.

Uh, something's happened to your voice.
You don't sound the same no more.

Not to worry, Cragmire.

Just trying Manatou Junction's future
on for size, as you might say.

Joe, Joe, Joe. You got one of their
young'uns here?

We got two of 'em under arrest.

If they don't get their young'un back
right away, they're gonna come here...

and blast Manatou Junction right off the face
of the map-- that's what they told me.

Captain, round up your men.
We march at once.

Our mission is:
target Jupiter.

Yes, sir.

Alas, poor Robinsons.

There are none so blind
as those that will not see.

But what must be must surely be.

Chickasaw Falls indeed.
[ Scoffs ]

- How much longer?
- Two minutes.

- Well, if they were coming, they'd be here by now.
- ## [ Men: Patriotic Marching Song ]

## [ Continues ]

Halt!

## [ Stops ]

Now hear this all Jupiter 2 personnel.
This is an ultimatum.

You have five minutes to lay down
your weapons and surrender.

If your vehicle is not evacuated and the
order obeyed within the stipulated time...

the Jupiter will be destroyed.

He's gone berserk.

You're wasting precious time,
Jupiter personnel.

My ultimatum was issued
in your own best interest.

- That crazy chump, he really believes that.
- Yes, I think he does.

Inside. Come on.

They're going back in the blimp. There ain't
no point blowing it up with them inside.

Never fear, Smith is--
I mean, the chief is here.

- What about those guns of theirs?
- They wouldn't dream of using them.

Say, how come you know
so much about 'em, Chief?

You've seen one,
you've seen 'em all.

[ John On P.A.]
All you people out there. Listen to me.

Now, whatever you may believe, or whatever
you may have been told about us...

none of it's true.

We are citizens of
the United States just as you are.

Now, if you find that
hard to understand, let me explain.

It wasn't until the year 1970 that the
United States first landed a man on the moon.

Now, that's 25 years from now in your time.

But 25 years ago in our time.

- I don't get it, Chief, do you?
- He's trying to confuse us.

Pay no attention to him. I'm warning you,
Professor. Your time is running out.

[ Exhales ]
I think we should get off the ship.

In his present frame of mind,
there's no telling what Smith might do.

No. Stay here. I'll go out
and talk to them.

Well, the time's about up.
You gonna blow 'em up like you said?

That won't be necessary.
Here comes one of them.

Smith!

Whatever you've conned
these people into believing about us...

the fact remains that
at 1600 hours, we're lifting off.

And I want Will aboard when we do.

Hey, Chief, how come
he knows your name?

All these aliens have
extrasensory perception, Cragmire.

My dear chap, as you can plainly see,
I hold the upper hand.

For your sake and for the sake
of your loved ones...

I urge you for the last time to take my advice
and order them to evacuate the ship.

I want my son returned.

Please, stay.

Half a century can't make all
that difference to you.

It makes all the difference in the world.

And if you're serious about
destroying the Jupiter 2...

then you'll have to
destroy us along with it.

Arrest him!

Arrest him!

We can afford to wait now.

The others will come out directly
now that we've captured the leader.

This hurts me much more
than it does you.

But you'll feel so much better when you've
reconciled yourself to the inevitable.

- Are you feeling okay, Robot?
- I feel fine, Will Robinson.

Good. Untie me
so we can get out of here.

Affirmative.

Ah, there.

Okay, let's go.

- Hey.
- Don't worry about the Robot. He won't hurt you.

He won't hurt anyone who's friendly.

- I think you both better stay in the barn.
- I'd like to oblige you, Stacy...

but we're headed for the Jupiter,
and I don't think you can stop us.

- Where is everybody?
- They're over there.

They took the cannon
from the town square.

What would they want
with a cannon?

The chief said
his mission was target Jupiter.

Target Jupiter? They're gonna blow it up.
Come on, Robot. Let's go.

Wait. You can't go
through town that way.

The vigilantes are still
patrolling the streets.

- Is there another way?
- I think so. Wait here.

Come out.
We're not gonna wait much longer.

Well, they ain't paying you no mind, Chief.
What are you gonna do?

The men are getting hungry
for their supper.

Is that all they can think of at a time
like this, Cragmire? Food?

I warn you.
Don't try my patience too far.

Oh, please, be sensible.

Is it sensible to try to live in a country
where you're not known?

Where there's no record of your birth?

Where the very houses we lived in
haven't been built yet?

Get with it. Use your head, Smith. You don't
belong in this age any more than we do.

But it's Earth. Sweet Earth,
and I do want to live here.

All right. Suit yourself.
But you mustn't prevent us from leaving.

Or are you afraid
to be left here alone?

That's it, isn't it? You are afraid.

I'm not. I'm not afraid.

Oh, please, please.
Order them to evacuate the Jupiter.

No, Smith. That's your job.

Very well. So be it.

You have one minute,
you hear? One minute.

You have one minute to lay down
your guns and evacuate the ship.

I don't think he's responsible for
his actions anymore.

- I think we better do as he said.
- Yeah.

It's okay now.

Halt!

Where do you kids think you're going?
Your father gave strict orders.

All women and children got to stay indoors
till the emergency's over, Stacy.

This is an emergency too.

Mr. Grover, we have to plant
the scarecrow in Daddy's cornfield...

or there won't be
any corn come harvest time.

Well, hurry it up then.

Watch out for them Voltones.

You know, that boy's face looks familiar.
Do you know who he is?

All boys look alike to me.
Mischief-makers, the lot of 'em.

Here they come.

Deposit your guns over there.

Well, Dr. Smith,
we've done as you asked.

Now, do you intend to destroy the only means
we have of getting back where we belong?

Much as I regret it, madam,
that is precisely what I intend to do.

But believe me, dear lady,
you will not be sorry...

once you've established yourself
in this pleasant little community.

- Are we ready?
- It's my cannon.

You gotta let me
give the order to fire it.

A child and his plaything.
Proceed, Cragmire.

All right, men.
Let's get it aimed right on the target.

That's good. Now, load it up.
Come on. Hurry up.

All right, now. This is it.

Don't! Don't shoot!

Stacy, what are you doing here?

You get on home right away,
do you hear?

You can't blow up their ship, Daddy. It's all
they've got to get back where they belong.

Nonsense. They belong here with me.

Do your really wanna
belong here, Dr. Smith?

Indeed I do. It's a far sight better
than anything out there.

Out where, Chief?

Stand by your gun, Cragmire.
I'll handle the Voltones.

Sometimes I feel like that too,
but I don't think it will really work.

- It will work.
- All right, Dr. Smith.

If you're that sure about it, I'll take
the chance and stay here with you...

provided you let everyone go
and don't blow up the Jupiter.

- Oh, Will.
- You don't know what you're saying, Son.

I think I do, Dad.
It'll mean for the next 50 years...

I'll be living here like the people
are living here now.

And even though I'd be kind of old the next
time I see you all, I won't forget you.

I'll be thinking about you and Mom
and Judy and Penny and Don every minute.

I'll be thinking about you and Mom
and Judy and Penny and Don every minute.

Is it a deal, Dr. Smith?

Dear William, of course it's a deal.

With my extraordinary
technical knowledge...

and with a small assist from you,
we shall initiate these yokels...

into the mysteries of the space explorations
before they even happen.

We shall be
the Einsteins of tomorrow.

The mission is scrubbed, Cragmire.
You may take your gun and go home.

Oh, now lookit, Chief. You mean
you're gonna let these Voltones go...

after what you said they could do
for Manatou Junction?

- We don't need 'em.
- Yes, we do.

All right, men. This is it.
Now, watch the recoil. Fire.

[ Soft Popping ]

Get back to the ship.

- Don't shoot. Don't shoot.
- I won't unless you try to prevent us from leaving.

You think we're Voltones, aliens.

Well, if that's what
you believe, that's what we are.

I won't try to change your minds.

Let's just say that we came here
and when we found out we didn't belong...

we left.

If that's the way they feel about it, Chief,
we better let 'em all go, huh?

But don't you worry, I'll give you a ride
back to your firehouse in Chickasaw Falls.

Chickasaw Falls indeed!
Wait for me!

Hey, are you daffy?
Come back! Come back!

Those Voltones ain't gonna drop him off
in Chickasaw Falls.

[ Engines Roaring ]

[ Phone Ringing ]

Yeah? Yes, sir, Colonel.
Right here in Manatou Falls.

It had a crew aboard.
Came right down into our parking lot.

When it left, it took
one of our own people along.

Yeah, the fire chief
over at Chickasaw Falls.

Well, I-I can't say
exactly what it looked like.

Kind of a-- Well, kind of
like a plate... or a saucer.

Yeah. That's what you'd call it,
a flying saucer.

Yeah. Yes, sir.

Couldn't be anything to what they said
about being human beings like us.

- Could it, Craig?
- I don't know, Stacy. I just don't know.

But whichever, I don't guess we'll ever hear
of no flying saucers anymore.