All language subtitles for Lost in Space 1965 01x12 The Raft.eng

Last week, as you
recall, we left Penny and Will Robinson

watching from the safety of the
Jupiter 2 as the final moments

of a space experiment
ticked off,

an experiment that Will Robinson
hoped might save them all.

All personnel will leave
launchpad area immediately.

AH personnel will leave
launchpad area immediately.

Launchpad area clear.

Why can't we watch
from outside?

That rocket
may be small,

but there's enough hyper-energy
fuel in there for a real blast.

Commence final countdown.

Ten, nine...

I hope somebody finds
your message this time.

...eight, seven, six...

One of them's bound
to land somewhere.

This better be it. It's your sixth try.
- - five,

four, three,

two, one.

Liftoff.

When will
the rockets fire?

At 1,000 feet
automatically.

Is that when
the pull of gravity ends?

No. But every bit helps.
You're learning.

What do you mean
"learning"?

I know
all about gravity.

Come on. Let's go see what
my balloon's doing to it.

Space probe
altitude, 200 feet.

Space probe altitude,
300 feet.

It won't be long now.

Where do you think
it'll land?

Shipwrecked sailors don't know
where their bottles will land

when they toss them
into the ocean.

They just hope somebody finds
them and gets the message.

Space probe
altitude, 500 feet.

Space probe altitude,
700 feet.

It'll fire
any second now.

Space probe
altitude, 900 feet.

Space probe altitude,
1,000 feet.

What's holding it?

Warning. Warning.

It's coming this way.

It's coming this way!

Space probe
out of control.

Aaah!
Look out!

It's okay, kids. Looks like the
force field saved our necks.

Well, I think
that'll be enough

of shipwrecked-sailor
experiments for one day.

I don't understand why it didn't fire.
Next time...

There isn't going
to be any next time, Will.

Next time
for what, may I ask?

Didn't you hear it?

Hear what?
The explosion.

You people are so
busy making noise

and getting exactly nowhere with
your shipbuilding activities

that I've conditioned
myself

to hear nothing
but the dinner bell.

And it is almost that time
now, isn't it, dear lady?

Not for another
two hours, Dr. Smith.

The pain. Well, then,

I have time to dictate another
spool or two of my book.

You're writing a book?

I am.
About what?

The social psychology
of galactic castaways.

Very interesting,
Dr. Smith.

I assume that you've settled
on a point of view.

My own, naturally.

Isn't that rather a narrow view, Dr.
Smith?

Not a bit.

I happen to have the gift
of seeing myself

as others see me.

And vice versa.

That's confusing.

Especially the vice versa.

Is it like ESP?

It is knowing who
are your friends.

And who are
your enemies.

Remind me
to buy that book.

I might just sue him.

If it ever gets
to a publisher.

Galactic castaways, huh?

I'll show him.

Well, we won't be
making any noise

around that propulsion unit
for quite a while.

What's the trouble?

I was hoarding our fuel
like a miser

for all the good it did me.
We're fresh out.

Well, how did
that happen?

I wonder.

Smith! Get out here.

Can't it wait? I'm in the
middle of a sentence.

It'll be a death sentence if you
don't get out here right away.

Really?

Have you no consideration
for a man's creative process?

All right, my friend.
What did you do with it?

Do with what?

Don't try any evasions.

Where did you hide the fuel
that was in that chamber?

What are you
talking about?

Do I have to
beat it out of you?

If you know where it is,
you'd better tell us.

I don't know,
and that's the truth.

You're asking
for it, Smith.

Don't hit him!

I think I know what
happened to that fuel.

I must have used more
than I realized on my...

The shipwrecked-sailor
experiments.

I guess so.
Sorry, Dr. Smith.

Oh, no.

Which makes us
galactic castaways forever.

Where's Will?

Oh, John, you mustn't go
on blaming Will for it.

He wasn't being destructive.
He was only trying to help.

I'm not blaming him. I just
wish he'd leave things alone

and let Don and me take care
of getting us out of here.

All right. I know. We haven't been
doing a very good job ourselves.

Well, you're doing
the impossible.

You're keeping us alive.

Maureen,

what do you know about
the fourth state of matter?

The fourth state?

Well, there's gas, solid,

liquid and...

Plasma.

Plasma. Like blood plasma.

Well, in a way,

except that it
can be extracted

from ionized nuclei
and electrons.

Now, our problem is to expand
the plasma process long enough

so we can get enough power
for our purposes.

I see.

No, you don't.

I'm not sure that
Don and I do either.

But if we succeed,

we're gonna come up
with something like that

biblical cruse of oil.

An endless supply?
Of what?

Propellant.

Enough to take us
anywhere in this galaxy.

Oh.

All right. Turn on
that plasma test engine.

Fire when ready.

It works! It works!

Turn it off!

Oh, John.
Oh, that's marvelous.

Maureen.
You know something?

One of these days, we're gonna
witness a perfect liftoff. Our own.

I guess it would be
all right to say now

that I never really
did like this place.

But I'll bet you'll
miss it when we go.

You want to bet?

Come on. Let's go tell Dr.
Smith.

Oh, Penny!

He might not be
too happy about it.

Why not?

It means he won't get a chance to
finish that book he's writing.

The night sky is
always so beautiful,

no matter
where you are.

It's more beautiful if
you've chosen where you are.

Have you chosen?

Well, if it works,

and we could get
the Jupiter 2 into space,

there is one place
we should try for.

Alpha Centauri.

Yes.

That always was
our destination.

All opposed?

All in favor?

And strange
though it may seem to the dweller

on our bounteous
and hospitable Earth,

the galactic castaway is likely to
be afflicted by a form of insanity

which distorts his values
and urges him to prefer

the hostile and uncharted
wastes of deep space

to the comfort and
security of Earth.

In the case history of
the family for example,

a family which
it has been my lot

to observe scientifically
at first hand,

we have the absurd
and utterly illogical resolve

to continue on
a voyage into space

which can only end in
even worse disasters

than these they
have already endured.

In instances such as these,
it is force alone

which can help galactic
castaways recover their sanity.

There. Splendid, Zachary.

Splendid use of
the language, as always.

Let them go
wherever they wish.

But not before
they've taken me home.

You're the hardest working
astronaut I've ever met.

And plumber,
gas station attendant,

fixer-upper and
radio announcer.

Oh. And you're not such
bad company either.

Well, I'm sorry I'm not
better company tonight.

Maybe when we get going.

All right.

When we do...

Is there any doubt?
Oh, I don't know.

This propulsion unit has to
be tested at minimum thrust

before I can take a chance on
feeding it enough to get us off.

When will that be?

We might try it
in the morning.

I'm sure it's going
to be all right, Don.

No one goes any closer to the
ship than where they are now

until you get a clearance from the
flight deck. Is that understood?

Are all these time-wasting tests
and precautions necessary?

Why can't we simply liftoff
and be done with it?

We'd be back on Earth before
you can say, "John Robinson."

Dr. Smith,
in the first place,

testing is not
time-wasting,

as you would readily admit
if you were not so impatient.

In the second place,

our destination is
definitely not Earth.

I see.
Well, it is mine.

After you've
dropped me off,

you people are free to roam
at will wherever you please.

I shall be happy to discuss
the proper arrangements.

There's nothing
to discuss.

The Jupiter 2's destination
is Alpha Centauri.

End of discussion.

Indeed.

We'll test for power
and then thrust.

First, the yaw and retro-rockets,
then the main thrusters.

Full power?

I'm afraid not, Will.

Not enough to lift us higher
than the belly of an ant.

All systems go?

Your wishful
thinking's showing.

No, just the
power system's go.

Oh, I'm sorry, but I'm a little
bit shaky about this one.

So am I.

Power on.

Phase cycle 400
and steady.

Check.
We'll hold it there.

How does it sound to you?

Music.

Flickfire on
starboard coming up.

Hold your breath.

We'll try a two-second
thrust on retro now.

I'm gonna recommend
our astronauts be given

the Order of Merit when
we get back to Earth.

We're not going back
to Earth, Dr. Smith.

Don't be stubborn,
my boy.

I think they're gonna test
the main thrusters now.

Advancing phase cycle
to 1,000. Ready?

And waiting.

Well, back to
the drawing board.

Worked all right
up to 800 cycles.

That's great.

That'll get us
six feet off the ground.

There's gotta be some way
we can increase power.

What's that supposed
to mean?

Your persistence
is admirable, Major,

but your competence
is nonexistent.

How would you like
a punch in the nose?

I even question your ability
to do that competently.

Now just a minute.
Hold on, Don.

Dr. Smith, right now morale's
very low around here.

We don't need any cracks
from you to make it worse.

If you haven't anything constructive
to say, keep your mouth shut.

I'm sorry.

Perhaps I was
just a little subtle

for Major West's
intelligence.

There was nothing subtle in
what you said, Dr. Smith.

Perhaps I'd better explain.

I was merely trying to goad him into
proving how competent he really is.

Yeah?

Well, if that's the way you treat
galactic castaways in your book,

you'll be the only one
who ever reads it.

That remains to be seen once you
get us off this obnoxious planet.

Can you give me any idea
when that's likely to be?

Once we make some more
tests, I'll let you know.

Dad, you know
those baby rockets

I sent up with
those SOS messages?

How can I ever
forget those?

Couldn't we build
a small space vehicle

and float it up
on a balloon?

Maybe there's! be enough plasma
fuel to get it out into space.

Be kind of like people who are
shipwrecked building a raft.

Well, it'd be a lot
more difficult than that.

Anything we made would have
to be completely airtight

and be able to stand
tremendous acceleration.

The reactor chamber.

Sure. The reactor chamber.

Maybe we could pull it out of
the engine room and rebuild it.

How big would that be?

Big enough for one.
Maybe two.

Oh, two.
By all means, two.

You and I, Major.

I can't think of
a more useless payload

than having you along,
Dr. Smith.

Are you really gonna do it?

Why not?

And fly it?

I don't see anyone
issuing any orders,

so I guess
I'll volunteer.

Decontamination gear
checked?

All set.

You ready?
Go.

I still get a slight reading
on the Geiger counter.

Give it another shot.

Yeah.

That did it.

Well, Professor, would
you like to be the first

to step aboard
the S.S. Space Raft'?

All right.

Your first possible
fix will be Procyon.

The spectrometer will give
you an automatic check.

And if it is Procyon, the IGS will
take you to Earth from there.

And while
all this is happening,

I'll be playing solitaire.

If you take me along,
we can play chess.

Oh, now, Will, we've
been through all that.

Can't blame a guy
for trying.

We'll more than likely
lose contact with you

within the first 30 minutes
of your flight.

That's only if I accelerate
at full power, right?

I think
it's vital you do.

My calculations for Procyon
are based on that.

Oh.

Anything else?

Well, you've got about
14 hours before liftoff.

I suggest you sleep
through every one of 'em.

And miss breakfast?

Don.

There... There may not be time to say
very much in the morning. But...

And I'm not going
to embarrass you

by saying very much
right now.

But I do want you to
know how we all feel.

And, until we
see you again,

you won't be out of our thoughts
and our prayers for a moment.

Thanks.

I take it that you're thoroughly
familiar with what is necessary

to release that bag
of wind out there.

Thoroughly familiar with
bag of wind right here.

Do you mean me?

Affirmative.

Very funny.

Do you or do you not know
how to release that balloon?

Affirmative.

Now what does that mean?

"Affirmative"
expresses agreement

with the two terms
of a proposition in logic.

Spare me your flip remarks.

Do you know how to cut loose
that vehicle on command?

Affirmative.

Well, let me see.

Suppose we use
the command "Cast off."

How would that be?

What are you doing? Let me go, you ninny.
You're hurting me!

Really?

I didn't need so vivid
a demonstration, old boy.

In an hour or so, you and I
have an appointment to keep.

Come in.

Your light was on.
Sol...

Oh, well, I... I couldn't sleep.
Sit clown.

Don...
Judy...

I'm not sure I'll be able to say
goodbye to you in the morning.

Why not?

It might be
too difficult.

So I thought I'd better
say goodbye to you now.

With this.

But don't open it now.

Thanks.

May I know
what it is?

A tape I made.

But don't listen to it
more than once.

It might get
monotonous.

I'll let you know
when I get back.

You'll be back.

Are you on guard
or something?

Affirmative.

Oh.

Boy, what I wouldn't
give to be in there.

Will! Don't call out,
my boy.

Everything's
perfectly all right.

Dr. Smith, what are
you doing in there'?

Come in. I'll tell
you all about it.

This ship is supposed
to be off-limits

to everyone
but Dad and Don.

How'd you get
past the Robot?

The Robot?
Ah, yes. The Robot.

Well, you don't suppose he'd have
let me in without raising a fuss

if I didn't have permission
from Major West.

To do what?

Well, what do you suppose
a man of my position

would be asked to do?

Well, check on the
life-support system, I guess.

Precisely. And that's exactly what
I was doing when you arrived.

Is everything okay?

In perfect order.

One minor check of the
reserve atmospheric system

and everything will
be ready for cast off.

You said "Cast off."

What's happening?

Don't do that!

We've got to
let them know!

There's nothing they could
do except shoot us down.

And I don't think
they'd do that.

No, I'm afraid we may be
at the mercy of space.

Unless, of course,
we get back to Earth,

where our instruments are automatically
set to take us, I believe.

As much as
Will wanted to go,

I just can't believe
he'd take off like that.

Even if it was Smith's idea, Will
shouldn't have gone along with it.

I don't know
how it happened,

but it's possible
he had no choice.

It doesn't matter
who was responsible.

The important thing is,
will they be safe?

If they keep it on
automatic control

and don't change
the setting,

they'll have the same chance
that I'd have had.

And if something
goes wrong?

Well, they have their
backup systems. Oh.

Maureen, Will was in on every
phase of its construction.

Now, we've got to trust him to
Know what to do in an emergency.

I just wish he'd radio to let
us know that they're all right.

They're probably
too far out by now.

I'll try and
reach them again.

All right.
Please. Let's.

Calling Jupiter 2.
Come in, Jupiter 2.

Do you read me, Jupiter?

Signal if you do
read me, Jupiter 2.

Please, Jupiter.

Naughty, naughty-

I'm your commander, and
I've ordered radio silence.

As your commander, I could clap
you in irons for disobedience.

Some commander. You don't know
a gyroscope from a fluxgate.

The use and identification of
hardware can be safely left

to the nuts-and-bolts mentality of
space mechanics like Major West.

As a commander, my concern
is objectives, not objects.

I was just trying
to let them know

that I was all right.

I don't want them
to worry about me.

Commendable,
but entirely unnecessary.

I guess you enjoy knowing
that they're worried.

Certainly not. Besides,
why should they worry?

This vehicle was designed, built and set
for a journey to Earth automatically.

We're doing exactly what
Major West would have done.

I'd rather be
with my folks.

I won't stand
in your way.

As soon as we've landed,

you can be a passenger
on the first ship back.

I could do
with a bite to eat.

Will, could you
reach rne a sandwich?

What's that?

I don't know.

But it's coming in
awful fast.

Let's get away from it!

If I do that,
it'll change our course,

and we'll never
get anywhere.

What do we do now?

We? I thought you
were the commander.

I appoint you first officer.
Take over, Mr. Robinson.

And I rely on you
to get us away

from whatever that is
on the double!

See anything?

Over there.

It's a planet.

A planet?

And we're headed
straight toward it.

Oh, no!

Don't just sit there.

I couldn't bear
to be trapped

on another one
of those dismal...

Will. It couldn't be.

It isn't possible.

What isn't possible, Doctor?

Will!

That's Earth!

Look.
The American continent.

It couldn't be Earth.

We haven't been
traveling long enough.

Nonsense. Who knows
how long we were asleep.

Or how fast
we were traveling,

for that matter.

I don't recognize
any of those stars.

Or any other planets
in the solar system.

Obviously we're
traveling too fast.

We whizzed
right past them.

Look, Will.
The Great Lakes!

We were automatically
horned for Earth,

and that's exactly what we're
going to do, land on Earth!

Look sharp,
Mr. Robinson!

Prepare for a landing.
And make it soft.

Firing retro-rockets.

Hold on. We're gonna hit.

You can open your
eyes now, Doctor.

Have we landed?

30 seconds ago.

A very nice landing,
my boy.

Thanks.

You can't go out there.

On my own native soil?
Why not?

'Cause we're not sure
it is your native soil

until we've checked out
its atmosphere.

All right, my boy.
Go play with your toy.

We've got plenty of
oxygen and nitrogen.

Naturally. We're on Earth!

It doesn't look like
anything I've ever seen.

If I could only be sure.

But if we are on Earth,

the first thing to do
is contact Alpha Control.

And spoil
the fun we'd have

walking in on them
unannounced?

My dear boy! Where is
your sense of drama?

Ah!

Breathe it in, my boy.

The sweet fragrance
of home.

Do you know
where we are?

In the Dakotas or Wyoming,
by the look of things.

Badlands country.

Will, pack a small lunch,
and we'll head south.

Now, let's see.
Which way would that be?

That way.
If this is really Earth.

Trust your dear
Doctor Smith, my boy.

I know every inch
of this country.

The Continental Divide there.

The great Missouri River
to the north.

Pikes Peak to the south.

We'll head for
the nearest highway

and thumb a ride to the first
comfortable hotel.

I'll go pack lunch.
Good.

Come along, my boy.
Come along.

We should have come
to a highway by now.

We've been walking
for hours.

This is a big country,
my boy.

Much of it still as it was when
the buffalo roamed this prairie.

I've never seen anything
like that on a prairie.

We don't have plants
like that on Earth.

And we haven't seen
anything in the sky.

Not even a bird
or a mosquito.

Just that.

A harmless but
overgrown specimen

of the common
or garden variety

of skunk cabbage.

Right now I'd be happy
just to see a skunk.

Dr. Smith, I don’t think
we're on Earth at all.

You're just a bit
nervous, my boy.

Or perhaps a bit of space
sickness after our ride.

I'll prescribe
something for you

when we get
to a drugstore.

It isn't space sickness,
Doctor.

Then what is it?

Homesickness, I guess.

But this is home.

Suppose it's not.

Suppose it's just
another unknown planet

like the one
my parents are on.

That means that you and I
are the only ones here

and will have to go on
living here forever maybe.

I'll probably live
a bit longer than you

'cause I'm not
as old as you are.

Bully for you.

But until then, you're the
only person I can rely on.

Do you mind?

Do I mind what?

Well, watching out for me
like you were my father.

Seeing I don't
get into trouble

and that I don't
forget to eat,

or get lost or something.

Do you mean you actually
want me to look after you?

I don't have
anyone else, Doctor.

I'm sure you'd be
pretty good at it.

Do you really think so?

Of course I haven't had too
much experience with children.

It usually comes natural
to a grown-up

when there's
someone young around.

I suppose it does.

I never really
thought about it.

Don't.

Don't what?

Think about it. Just sort
of roll with the punches.

I understand.

If you're tired, I can
carry you piggyback.

Thanks. But I guess I
can make it on my own.

Good boy.
Come along.

Dr. Smith, I don't think
this leads anywhere.

We're going south,
aren't we?

I guess so.

Then all we have to do
is keep going.

It can't be more
than a mile or two

to the first signs
of human habitation.

There's a population
explosion here, remember?

Doesn't look like it
exploded anywhere near here.

Well, seems as though
we've come to a dead end.

Never mind. We all make mistakes.
We'll detour around it.

Look at what's happening!

I told you it
didn't lead anywhere!

And, now,
we can't even get out!

I'm sure
someone's receiving us.

I can't get anything out of them
but that steady call signal.

Try voice again.

This is Jupiter 2.

This is Jupiter 2.
Do you hear me?

This is Jupiter 2.
Come in, please.

This is Jupiter 2. Can you hear me?
What is your position?

It must be on this planet.
But where?

Don, get the flying belt. Check
the area north of the ship.

Maureen and I will cover the
south area in the Chariot.

Right.

I know it's foolish
to think this,

but I keep hoping
that it is Will.

I hope we all remain
that way.

Just foolish enough to
believe that it is Will.

Have you
cut through yet?

I can't even
make a dint in it.

Here. It's your turn.

No wonder.
The edge is blunted.

It wasn't when I started.
That stuff's like Durasteel.

There's only one
way out of this.

We'll have to tunnel under.

With our bare hands?

Certainly not.

Start with this.

You got us into this mess,

hijacking that spaceship,
you start.

Will!

Will. Will,
if you read me, come in.

Will.

Will. Will.

Will, come in
if you hear me.

Let me drive
for a while.

Will. Will?

Can you hear us, Will?

Answer if you hear me.

Will! Will!

Will?

Will!

Will!
Will!

Will?

Look at what's happened.

I guess that's all they
needed, is a little digging.

A very poor reward
for all our work.

Maybe all this place needs is
someone to do a little work on it.

I'll bet if we
cultivated these vines

and weeded 'em
and everything,

they'd begin to get moist and
soft and we could get out.

Gratitude is not a characteristic
of vegetable matter, my boy.

It's a form of life. And even if it can't
speak, it knows what's good for it.

I am interested only in what
is good for Zachary Smith.

You're telling me.

Indeed.

You have the bottle opener.
Get on with the tunnel.

You may be right
about vegetable matter

not being grateful, Doctor.

Of course I'm right.

I don't know what
kind of vegetable matter

these vines are made of,

but the way
they hemmed us in,

it looks as if
they want us to stay

and take care of
this place forever.

That's certainly not
what we want, is it?

Continue digging
the tunnel.

Look!

Do you still think
we're back on Earth?

There's an open
transmitter out there.

Now, there must be some
way to zero in on it.

Otherwise we could go on
searching like this for days.

If we only had some kind
of portable RDF gear.

We could get a fix on it
by triangulation.

Say, wait a minute.

How about
the space theodolite?

We ought to be able
to get some kind

of direction signal
from that.

We might be able to. I'll get it
out and take it to the point.

I'll call you from there
if I get any kind of a fix.

I guess I was right.

That bush creature
wants us to stay here

and take care
of his place.

But those flowers
are beautiful.

They're an abomination.

And so is that bushman,
whatever you call him.

I wish he'd show himself so I could
find out what he expects of us.

A lifetime of labor in his
vineyards, then death, I suppose.

Well, one thing for sure,

if he expects us
to stay here,

these berries had
better be good to eat.

Hmm.

Like cranberries.

I guess we could live
on these a long time.

That is until we find something
else to grow. Have some.

No, thanks.

I guess I wouldn't mind
staying here awhile.

A couple weeks or so,
anyway.

If there were only
some way of letting

my mom and dad
know I was all right.

Is that all you can think
about, your parents?

Yes.

Especially when,
I guess, right now

all they're doing
is thinking about me.

John, I'm getting the same signal up here.
Loud and clear.

Can you get a fix on it?

Yes, we're working on it
right now.

To save time, make your
way on up to the oasis.

We'll rendezvous there.

Roger.

Well, then you
know the general area?

Yes, but I think we'll need
another fix to pinpoint it.

I don't think
it's too far

from that first
weather station we set up.

What are you doing?

Why are you
destroying them?

Because of something
you said.

You said if we cultivated the
vines, they'd become soft.

Give me a hand. We'll be
out of this in a minute.

Get me out of here!

They won't budge!

Tell the bush
creature I'll stay.

I'll work my fingers
to the bone.

I'll pull out every weed
if only he'll let me loose!

I don't know how to talk
to him or what to say.

Say anything!

Just get me out of here!

What's that
you dropped?

It's a radio.
Can't you see?

What does
that matter now?

Calling Jupiter 2.
Come in, Jupiter 2.

Do you read me'?
Come'm, Jupiter 2.

Stop fooling with that radio
and get me out of here!

Come in, please, Jupiter 2.

Is that you, Will?
What is your position, Will?

Do you hear me?
It's Dad!

Dad, this is Will.

We're in some
kind of funny ravine.

I don't know
where it is though.

And we're trapped in it.

We located the ship.

You did?

Listen carefully.

Which way did you head
after you left the ship?

The buffalo lands.

Tell him to look for the buffalo lands.
The prairie!

I heard that. I think I
know which way to go.

You'd better hurry though.

Dr. Smith got himself
all tangled up.

That's for sure.
And keep him tangled.

But there's this
funny bush creature who's...

He signed off.

Get me out of this.

What'll probably
happen now is

when Don lifts off
and heads back to Earth,

he'll probably
take you with him.

You really think he will?

As his prisoner.

If that's the case, I'd much rather
stay here with that bush creature.

I'm free! Will.
Will, look there.

We can climb out on those
vines on the other end.

Look!
He's coming after us!

Maybe you'd better
keep your promise.

No, I will not.
Let's hurry!

Will.

Boy, it sure was easier getting in
this place than it was getting out.

With trouble, that's
usually the way it is.

I kept telling Dr. Smith
we couldn't be on Earth,

but he wouldn't
believe me.

I made a good landing,
so Don won't have

any trouble
going back to Earth.

I don't think Don's
going back to Earth.

Why not?

For the same
reason you didn't.

Not enough power.

You went into an extended
orbit around the planet,

but you couldn't
break free of its gravity.

I knew it all along.

I'll bet.

You just knew the ship didn't
have enough power. Right?

Right.

And where were you
thinking of going?

Just a little pleasure hop.

I thought Will
was deserving of it

for his brilliant
suggestion.

Well, gentlemen,

back to my book.

Let's go.

We shouldn't be gone
more than a couple of days.

It's just a question
of setting out

the individual relays
over the right area.

It'll be like a giant dish
antenna 20 miles wide.

I still don't
see why I can't go.

What good
would you do?

We'd only have to keep looking
out for you all the time.

Will, that will do.

Maybe next time,
honey,huh?

Step on it, Smith.
We haven't got all day.

Indeed, indeed. This is monstrous.
Monstrous!

I am a man of science and
letters, not a beast of burden.

No, but it's so good
for the soul, Doctor.

You may rest assured, Professor,
that despite your petty anger,

I shall do everything
in my power

to protect your loved ones
while you're away.

Do us a favor, Smith, and
don't do us any favors.

Bye-Bye.
Bye!

Have a safe trip.

Bye, Will.

Bye!

Don really didn't mean
what he said, Dr. Smith.

Don't worry, my dear. I can find
it in my heart to forgive him.

Now, first of all, we have to
set up a watch for the night.

May I suggest
three four-hour shifts?

You will take the first one,
you will have the second,

and you will have the...

On second thought, maybe we
should have two six-hour shifts.

Yes, I think that
would be much better.

All right. Come on.

I'm not sure we should have
left Smith back there.

I'd like to
have him right here

where I can
keep an eye on him.

Knowing Maureen, I'm
sure she can handle him.

Will, turn the Robot on.

There's some data
I want to feed it.

Sure thing.

Danger! Danger! Danger!

You see something?

No. Nothing.

Meteor storm.

Will, are you all right?

I'm all right.