All language subtitles for Lost In Space S02E22.English

[ Man ] Last week as you recall,
we left the professor and Major West...

making a final check
of the spaceship's control system.

After months of repairs,
it appears the Jupiter 2...

is at last ready to blast off
from this forgotten world.

- Astrogator control.
- Go.

- Fuel injection system?
- Go.

- Computer system?
- Go.

Maureen, as soon as
Dr. Smith and Will get back...

- we'll have a final briefing.
- All right, John.

Take this, and get yourself
some ore samples...

from that rock formation
over there.

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

Splendid.
I can hardly wait.

And I will accompany you,
Dr. Smith.

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

Come along, you clod.
Pressure. Pressure.

Rocks, indeed.
They are of no particular interest to me.

The things I endure
for young William.

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

Right here, Dr. Smith.

My sensors indicate
that if we expose this outcrop...

we may uncover
a fossil-bearing stratum...

of great geological interest.

Let me assure you at once that it
cannot be of possible interest to me.

Also, I must warn you
that you are in a gaseous area.

Ha!

[ Groaning ]

Dr. Smith, are you all right?

What is it? Where am I?
What happened?

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

So I must assume that
for devious reasons of your own...

you must be playing possum.

Yes.
What is a possum?

And who are you?

Do you not remember, Dr. Smith?

No, I do not. And stop calling me
Dr. Smith if you please.

My name is--
My... name is--

Oh, good heavens.
What is my name?

It seems to have escaped me.

Many things seem to
have escaped you, Doctor.

- I mean, sir.
- Sir.

Now that sounds familiar.
Is my name "sir"?

"Sir" is not a name, sir.

It is merely a polite
form of address.

I suggest that we return
at once to the Jupiter...

where hot food, bed rest...

will restore your
temporary loss of memory.

[ Screams ]
Unhand me, sir.

I have no intention of returning to--
to the Jupiter 2...

whatever that is.

You've got some underhanded trick
up your sleeve.

Loss of memory, indeed.

Dr. Smith, the sooner
you return to the Jupiter...

the sooner you will be
your normal, unpleasant self.

Stand aside,
you mealy mouthed rogue.

Off with you! Avaunt!
On your way!

Do not leave
until I return, Dr. Smith.

I shall certainly tell him
when I see him.

If I see him.

Whoever he is.

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

whoever you are.

I daresay
that took care of him.

- [ Groans ]
- [ Beeping ]

Oh, dear. My head.

My poor head.

And my ears feel very strange.

[ Beeping Continues ]

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.

[ Deep Voice ]
I hear...

and I will obey.

[ Beeping Continues ]

[ Beeping Continues ]

[ Beeping Continues ]

[ Beeping Continues ]

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.

Yes.

I hear... you.

His tracks lead up here.

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

- Dr. Smith?
- Wait, Will Robinson.

- What is it, Robot?
- Danger! Danger!

[ Creatures Growling ]

Dr. Smith?

Dr. Smith!

Dr. Smith!

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

- Dr. Smith has amnesia plus.
- Plus what?

Plus the attraction
of an alien force...

which I cannot compute.

- I don't understand.
- In his condition of amnesia...

his brain has become receptive
to the influence of external forces.

The monsters are servants
of that force.

We've gotta get him out of there.

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

I will try.

[ Creatures Growling ]

Nice work, Robot. Let's go!

[ Growling Continues ]

Dr. Smith.

Dr. Smith.

I don't know
how you got here, Dr. Smith...

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

Leave me.

Leave me.

I can't do that, Dr. Smith.

That dreadful name again.

He doesn't even know who he is.

I am what I am.

- What are we going to do, Robot?
- I am not sure.

The alien force derives
from that computer and/or stimulator.

It is my belief
that it needs Dr. Smith.

- What for?
- Data insufficient for satisfactory reply.

Its function is lost
in the distant past.

However, I have an idea.

- What is it?
- Fetch me one of those rocks, Will.

- Thank you.
- What are you going to do with it?

Step aside.

The effect of a blow
on the head...

may be reversed
by a similar blow on the head.

You can't bop
Dr. Smith with that!

We have no choice.

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

- Be very careful.
- I will.

- [ Robot ] Touch�.
- [ Groans ]

How dare you strike me,
you blithering blatherskite!

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

Certainly not.
I shall never be the same.

William.

William, what on earth
are we doing here?

I'll tell you about that later. Right now,
we've got to get back to the Jupiter.

That dreadful Jupiter 2...

with its devil-may-care crew
and its destination of doom.

If only I had a ship of my own...

to take me where I want to go.

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

Correction. Dr. Smith
is normal for the moment.

But he may be subject to intermittent
reoccurrence of his amnesia.

- It's all your fault!
- We'll watch out for that.

Right now, we've got to get back.
Come on, Dr. Smith.

If only I had a ship of my own...

to take me where I want to go.

[ Steam Hissing ]

Wait! Wait! Do you hear?

Wait, I say. I simply must rest.
[ Groans ]

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

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

I must sit here,
refurbish my batteries.

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

My energies!
I'm completely exhausted.

That is your normal state, Dr. Smith.

Your caustic comments will provoke
only removal of power pack.

Have I ever been wrong,
Will Robinson?

Have I ever been wrong,
Will Robinson?

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

- Have I ever been right?
- I'm glad you asked that.

Never! Emphatically never!

Well, Mr. Wrong-Way Computer,
which way do we go?

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

- Are you sure?
- Affirmative.

- Quite sure?
- Double affirmative.

- See, Dr. Smith--
- You may cease your squabbling, both of you.

I know exactly where we are.

That way.

I don't know, Dr. Smith.

This seems like the same trail
we were on before.

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

They've never deceived me yet.

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

Correction.
It is not a sassafras tree.

Kindly stay out of this.
Sassafras is not your cup of tea.

- As you wish, Dr. Smith.
- I wish.

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

This way.

There you are.
Never fear, Smith is here.

Always listen to your Uncle Zachary.
You'll never go astray.

What's the hydroponic garden
doing out here?

We never grew anything like this.

- [ Spits ] It's got no taste.
- Really?

I think it's delicious.

Your palate has been spoiled
by too many sweets, William.

- I've told you many times.
- Yeah, but why is it purple?

Purple? Purple.

Probably the season of the year.

What's wrong with the Jupiter?

It's all dark.
And where is everybody?

Inside, obviously. Come along.

I don't know, Dr. Smith.
Everything seems strange to me.

- What's wrong, Robot?
- No comment, Will Robinson.

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

Affirmative.

There appears to be something wrong
with the hatch button.

Open up in there!
Open up!

Mom! Dad! Mom!

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

I sure hope nothing's
happened to them.

Mom, Dad, it's me Will!
Open the hatch!

They couldn't be all asleep.

- Let's kick it in.
- No, Dr. Smith.

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

Dad!

- Dad!
- Oh, William!

What happened to the hatch?

I don't quite know.

But at any rate, it's open.

It'll take days to replace it.

What a pity.
But I'm sure your father will understand...

when I explain that it was as much his fault
as yours for not answering our call.

Now, William, let's go in.

- You first, and turn on the lights.
- Yes, sir.

Careful.
[ Screams ]

Cobwebs?
How very strange.

Where'd they come from?

I don't know.

Don't dawdle now, William, go in.

Yeah.

[ Dr. Smith Sneezes ]

Be of stout heart, William.
I will rise to your defense at once...

if you're threatened with discipline
for damaging the hatch.

I don't understand it. That's not
the first time I've banged on that hatch.

Well, all things
deteriorate with time.

Now, William, your father will soon be up
to interrogate you as soon as he is dressed.

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

Now sit down.

- William!
- What happened to the chair?

First the hatch, now the chair.

Yes, yes, just as I predicted.

Time has begun to take its toll.

Our only hope is to abandon
all other plans...

and return to Earth
at the earliest possible moment.

Something's wrong, Dr. Smith.

Nonsense, my boy. Everything appears
to be quite normal to me.

- This computer system should be over there.
- It should?

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

- Everything's all mixed up.
- It is?

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

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

Oh, dear.

I think we'd better call him.

- Where's the microphone?
- It's over there.

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

- It's gone.
- It's gone?

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

William!

You're quite right.
Oh, indeed, you are quite right.

There is something
very strange afoot.

- [ Yells ]
- Now the astrogator's gone!

In a moment, we will be gone.

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

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

Indeed, I hope there is.

There must be
a logical explanation for this...

as in "X" equals "Y."

Why? I wonder why.

No. Oh, no.

Dr. Smith, what's wrong?
Tell me.

The shock.
The dreadful shock. My heart.

- I'd better go down.
- Go down where?

- To the lower deck.
- Save yourself the trip, William.

Dr. Smith, what do you mean?

There is no lower deck.

[ Groans ]
Oh, dear.

Oh, I feel faint, William.

A catastrophe.
A major catastrophe.

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

Oh, whatever shall we do?

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

How could it happen?

Unquestionably, the ship was struck
by a terrible electric storm...

which wrought havoc
on the upper deck.

I just can't believe it.

Oh, William.
My dear William...

time is the great healer,
I promise you.

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

and set course
straight away for home.

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

What do you mean "simulated"?

This vehicle is not the Jupiter 2.

- What?
- Why didn't you say so before?

Yes, why didn't you say so before,
you potbellied prankster?

I am no prankster, Dr. Smith.

- You led us here.
- If I remember correctly...

it was you who did the leading,
Dr. Smith.

- Indeed.
- But I forgive you.

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

Must have been the same force
that simulated the Jupiter.

Affirmative, Will Robinson.

Simulated or no, it's quite
a remarkable bit of wizardry...

despite
its deficiencies.

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

We've gotta get back
to the real Jupiter 2.

- Think you can find it, Robot?
- Affirmative.

If Dr. Smith will not interfere
with my directional guidance computer.

Hold your tongue, you silly goose.

Yes, quite remarkable.

Now I suggest we keep
this incident to ourselves.

There's not point burdening the others
with needless details at this time.

A second Jupiter 2
might be quite useful.

Without a lower deck,
where would you sleep?

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

or on a bed of nails.

William, don't trouble yourself
with these trifles.

Lead on, you confused compass.

Here we are.
All right, watches all synchronized?

- [ All Confirming ]
- I suppose so.

Now, our chief problem is
going to be fuel consumption...

until we can switch
to the ion propellant.

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

Now, at 0600,
we start our final countdown.

At which time, I want you all
in your couches, safety harness set.

From that moment
through the liftoff, at the red mark.

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

Well, just this. If anybody suddenly
remembers they've forgotten something...

the time to get it
is now, not later.

Is everything secure
downstairs, Judy?

- Secured and ready for takeoff.
- What about the food storage units, Penny?

- All checked and secured, Mom.
- What about Dr. Smith and his tape recorder?

- Tape recorder?
- Uh, yes.

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

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

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

a wonderful farewell supper
that I've been preparing.

It'll be ready in 15 minutes.

Never let it be said that Zachary Smith
offended a hostess...

by declining to partake
of her culinary delights.

Of course
I shall remain, madam.

Thank you.

[ Growling ]

[ Growling ]

Oh, dear.

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

- There are two ways, Dr. Smith.
- What are they?

One, I will act as a decoy...

- which will allow you to duck past them.
- And the other?

Abandon your efforts to use
the machine for your own selfish ends...

and return to the Jupiter.

Spare me the asinine advice, you mechanical
misfit, and proceed with the decoy.

It will not be necessary,
Dr. Smith.

My sensors tell me these creatures
are not hostile to you.

- Are you sure?
- Affirmative.

[ Creatures Growling ]

[ Screams ]

Well, thank you, gentlemen.
How very kind.

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

I told you they weren't hostile.

You told me?

Yes. And don't you
forget it for the future.

[ Computer Voice ]
Again we bid you welcome, Dr. Smith.

[ Computer Voice ]
Again we bid you welcome, Dr. Smith.

[ Dr. Smith Screams ]

[ Computer Voice #2 ]
We were expecting you to return.

Ah, what a piece of work
is a machine.

How infinite in faculty.

I wonder how many faculties
it actually has.

You have just stated
that they were omnipotent.

However, I must again warn you
that the alien force...

contained in this machine
is unpredictable.

Be still, you worrywart.

Now what is this?

It is an alien symbol of royalty.

Royalty? How nice.

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

Hmm. And what is this?

It is an alien skullcap, Dr. Smith.

Lovely color.

And just my size.

Well, it must
belong to someone.

Help! Help!
I can't get it off!

[ Computer Voice #3 ]
I bid you welcome, Dr. Smith.

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

There is hope for us now.
All our faculties are now at your disposal.

Choose a wand.

A wand? What wand?

I command you,
choose a wand, Dr. Smith.

- Yes, I will. I will choose one.
- [ Beeping ]

- Here.
- Now place it in the lock.

The lock? The lock?
Where is the lock? Is this the lock?

- ## [ Anthem Plays ]
- You have chosen wisely.

[ Eyeball ] I was correct in my belief
that you were the one...

who would restore
our civilization to its former grandeur.

You are listening
to the anthem of the Dranconians.

It is an original composition
culled from the music of the spheres...

by the foremost composer
of Dranconis.

May he rest in everlasting peace.

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

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

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

A diamond?

A real diamond?

It is but the beginning
of your reward, Dr. Smith.

A mere token of our gratitude.

Knock, and it shall be answered.
Ask, and it shall be given.

Ask, and it shall be given.

How very nice.

That presents a new set
of interesting possibilities.

Sure hope we can get through
before our final countdown.

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

We still got three hours left.

Correction, two hours.

## [ Singing ]

Robot, what's going on?

What's happened to you?

- How'd you get to be gold?
- Watch it, Will Robinson.

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

How'd you get it? Where have you been
and where is Dr. Smith?

Questions. Questions.

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

Clothes make the man,
Will Robinson.

It's more important that
Dr. Smith makes that flight.

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

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

Now I know he's in trouble.
Come on, Robot. We're gonna go get him.

- One moment, please.
- What is it?

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

Come on, Golden Boy.

Silver service.

Gold and jewels.

At long last,
I'm in my natural habitat.

Surrounded by the things
I need and love and deserve.

Dr. Smith?

Welcome to my home
away from home, little one.

Give the child an apricot.

This tray is only silver,
but I am gold.

Yeah, you've told me that before.

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

And this fruit tastes like putty.

The child is obviously unaccustomed
to delicate flavor.

Poor, underprivileged boy.

We must do something for you.

Noblesse oblige
and all that sort of thing.

How would you like to
be my equerry boy?

I don't even know
what an "equerry" is.

And what's more,
I don't know why you're acting so uppity...

unless you've lost
your memory again.

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

There's one memory of your own
that oughta be enough...

to tell you that we're due for a liftoff
pretty soon and we've gotta get back.

I am perfectly happy where I am.

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

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

Don't be impudent, boy.

I think I look rather majestic.

Ah, even my delicate back
seems to be improved.

Now hear this!

I, Zachary Smith,
the omnipotent one...

within whose brain
resides the wisdom...

of the entire
Dranconian civilization...

will cut a swath of glory
through the universe...

that will never be forgotten.

Did you hear that, boy?

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

[ Beeping ]

No, no, i-it doesn't, does it?

- [ Creatures Growling ]
- Dr. Smith, the rock monsters!

[ Yells ]
How dreadful! Go away! Go away!

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

Danger! Danger!
Danger! Danger! Danger!

[ Creatures Growling ]

Go on, Robot, blast 'em!

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

Oh, how dreadful!
Go away! Go away!

Oh, gentlemen, surely you remember me--
friendly Zachary Smith.

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

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

You may stop making
with the alibis, Dr. Smith.

I have just remembered
that these alien organisms are not hostile.

- Are you sure?
- It is my computerized opinion...

that they believe you
to be their master.

And they wish to serve you.

Do they, indeed?

Attention!

About-face!

Lovely. They'll make
very interesting house pets.

I think I shall appoint them
my bodyguards at once.

You, sir, henceforth
your name is Gog.

- [ Groans ]
- [ Growling ]

And you, sir, henceforth
your name is Ma-- is Magog.

Be gone!

Well, William, what do you think
of my omnipotence?

I think you'd better
forget about your omni--

whatever you call it-- and come back
to the Jupiter, 'cause that's where you belong.

[ Beeping ]

[ Deep Voice ]
Leave me.

Leave me.

He has lost you, Will Robinson.

It's 6:00.
They're starting the countdown.

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

That I will, Will Robinson.

But I still wish
you would call me Golden Boy.

All right, Golden Boy.

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

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

to learn where your loyalties lay.

It is now clear where you belong.
Approach the throne.

Be seated.

Oh, ye former masters
of Dranconis...

may ye all rest in peace.

Your servant has found one
who is well suited...

to follow in your footsteps.

Are you prepared
to make a vessel of yourself...

and receive the accumulated wisdom
of Dranconis, Dr. Smith?

I am.

Let the procedure begin.

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

Warning! Warning! Warning!

[ Whirring ]

T- minus 90 and counting.

- Cabin pressure control.
- Cabin pressure control, go.

Orbital attitude system?

Orbital attitude system, go.

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

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

He just better get back here.

- Mom! Dad!
- Will!

Oh, Will, where have you been?

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

Yes, it did, Dad, but when the Robot
came back all goldened up...

- and without Dr. Smith--
- All what-ed up?

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

with this alien computer in the cave,
and he won't listen to a thing that I say.

Are you still with that cave bit?

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

- but you wouldn't listen.
- You can tell me about it, dear.

There's no time for that now.
Someone's gotta go there and bring them back.

Is the Robot with Dr. Smith?

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

All right. We'll-- We'll postpone
the countdown till we get back.

Maybe we can speed up the check.

And if we happen to speed up
the check to a point...

we forget a few minor details,
like the fuel injection system--

Don, don't you care
what happens to Dr. Smith?

As a matter of fact, Will, no.

This machine, your servant,
awaits your command.

What is your wish?

I would like Golden Boy
restored to his former vigor.

What does your robot have
that we do not have?

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

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

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

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

What?

You must be made
more receptive to our force.

Oh, dear. Perhaps we'd better
forget the whole thing.

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

You know too much about us.

[ Explosion ]

Dr. Smith?

[ Deep Voice ] You would be well advised
to put away your guns.

If you have something
to communicate to me...

be so good as to make it brief.

My time is precious.

So is ours.

I wish to communicate
with Dr. Smith...

if you and he are the same.

I am many persons.

Within my brain...

resides the sum of all the wisdom
of my ancestors.

This Dr. Smith whom you mention...

is not one of them.

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

[ Sighs ]
That robot belongs with us.

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

This other form that you mention...

is it similar to your own?

Yes, it is.

Even if it were desirable,
which it is not...

you are asking me
to return to a form of life...

which my ancestors abandoned...

a million generations ago.

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

I am a Dranconian.

I am the master of this machine.

Are you sure the machine
isn't the master of you?

That is impertinence...

and I know how to
deal with impertinence.

Have a care!

Look, Dr. Smith.
I'm trying to get through...

to whatever little is left
of your real identity.

In less than one hour,
the Jupiter 2 is leaving...

and it is not coming back.

Farewell.

It's hopeless.
Let's get outta here.

Yeah. I'm gonna try something.

That robot belongs to us.

When we leave, he goes with us.

Whether or not
he's your property...

he is now a member
of Dranconian servant class.

He stays.

- Let's take him.
- [ Whirring ]

You have performed nobly.

You have overcome your weakness
for personal relationships.

O great Oniac, known as Dr. Smith
in a former existence...

the omnipotent powers
of all Dranconis are now yours.

Prepare to receive
the mantle of mastery.

Please rise.

Now prepare
to fulfill your destiny...

and become part
of the cosmic brain.

I am ready.

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

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

- I wonder what's keeping them so long.
- Look.

- Here they come now.
- Yes, but they're alone.

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

I'm sorry, Son.

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

We tried everything we could.

But whatever
that alien force did to him...

it's obvious that he belongs
with them now, so does the Robot.

That's 'cause you didn't try hard enough.
I gotta go get 'em!

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

Don't you know that if there was
any way of getting them out...

- we'd have done it?
- Yes, sir.

Come on now, dear.
You'd better strap in to your couch.

Your father and Don
have a lot of work to do.

And very little time to do it.

- Come on, Will.
- I'll be down in a minute, Mom.

All right. Don't be too long.

T-minus 24 and counting.

- Inertial guidance system.
- Inertial guidance system, go.

I didn't even get to
say good-bye to them.

Would it have helped, Son?
Even if he didn't know who you were?

T-minus 23 and counting.

T-minus 22 and counting.

I am the great Oniac.

Why do you come before me?

I couldn't leave without saying good-bye
to you and the Robot, Dr. Smith.

These are personal affections
to which I cannot respond.

If this is the only reason
for your presence...

you are free to go.

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

That's why
you don't understand me.

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

And people usually
say good-bye to each other...

when they've been good friends
and have had good times together...

like I've had
with you and the Robot.

I know nothing
of these good times...

as you call them.

Sure you do.
Don't you remember all the hikes...

and the rock-hunting
expeditions we'd go on?

And all the chess games
and the singsongs and the picnics.

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

I have but one family--

the Dranconian family.

And I, the great Oniac...

am its illustrious head.

No, you're not. Underneath,
you're still the real Dr. Smith.

And the Robot's still the Robot.

I just can't leave
either of you behind.

Come off the machine, Dr. Smith.

The machine will let you go
if you just tell it that you don't belong.

I belong where I belong.

No, you belong with us
and with the Jupiter.

Take my hand, Dr. Smith.
I'll lead you out of here.

You try my patience, boy.

Go. Go.

I guess Dad was right.

We've lost you.

Good-bye, Dr. Smith.
Take good care of yourself.

I'd like to say good-bye
to the Robot too...

if you'll just reactivate him for me,
just for a minute.

How tiresome you Earthlings are.

However--

[ Whirring ]

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

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

is too strong.

I am glad it had not destroyed
my memory banks.

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

I shall never forget you,
Will Robinson.

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

- There.
- Thank you, Will.

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

You do not have much time left,
Will Robinson.

You had better go.

You'll take good care of Dr. Smith?

I shall serve him
to the best of my ability.

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

Good-bye, Robot.

Good-bye, Will Robinson.

[ Will ]
Good-bye, Dr. Smith.

Dr. Smith.

[ Brain ]
O great Oniac.

Not now.

Not now, great Oniac?

That is what I said.

Surely it is not possible
that the great Oniac...

has been moved by the sentimentalities
of the young Earthling.

has been moved by the sentimentalities
of the young Earthling.

He cried.

The tears of an Earthling cannot be
of any significance to the great Oniac.

[ Voice Wavering ]
He almost made me cry.

You are manifesting a grave
and unforgivable weakness, O Oniac...

by pitting the powers
of this machine...

against the powers
of a stripling's tears.

It cannot be allowed.

You are right.

I must not be weak.

He said we went on hikes together.

We played chess games...

and singsongs...

and-- and--
[ Yells ]

I want to go back!

I want to go back!

Oh, dear. What time is it?

It is now approximately
T-minus eight.

- We must hurry.
- We'll never make it.

Accentuate the positive, Dr. Smith.
On the double!

Stop cackling and go! Go!

T-minus six and counting.

Yeah, and it would have
been T- minus six and holding...

if Will hadn't gotten back.

T-minus five and counting.

Stop! Stop, do you hear?

Wait! Wait for me!
Oh, oh, I can't.

I can't go on!
Not another step!

I'm completely exhausted.
My back is extremely delicate.

I'm not strong enough.
I'm not strong enough.

Please, what shall I do?
What shall I do?

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

What? Piggyback, indeed.
How dare you!

A man of my quality--
What does that mean, "piggyback"?

It means get on my tracks
and ride piggyback. Get on me!

- On your tracks? I'm frightened.
- Don't argue.

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

- I can?
- Yes, we must try.

- Yes, yes, I'll try. Here.
- Hurry!

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

- We can still make it.
- Yes.

[ Whimpering, Groaning ]
Mush, you ninny!

Mush! Mush!

T-minus one minute and counting.

- Open fuel pre-valves.
- Open.

T-minus 30 seconds and counting.

Uncage gyros.

- Gyros uncaged.
- All right. Let's strap up.

Hold tight!

[ Yells, Groaning ]

Oh, dear. Oh, dear.

Good heavens. Oh!

You clumsy clod!

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

It's no use.
We can never make it now.

The countdown is almost over.

Ten, nine, eight...

seven, six, five...

four, three, two--

They're gone.

Oh, dear. Oh, dear.
What is to become of me now?

No food, no shelter, no friend.

You have me, Dr. Smith.
We have each other.

A fat lot of good you are.

How could they do this to me?

How could they break
my poor William's heart?

[ Screams ]

You're supposed to be gone.

Are you an apparition?

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

No, we're not
an apparition, Dr. Smith.

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

I knew you would
come back for me.

That we never would have done, Smith.
We saw you on the screen before the liftoff.

You mean to tell me that you had been aloft,
you wouldn't come back for me?

Well, we'll let you figure
that one out all by yourself...

on those long, lonely nights you're gonna
spend here before we're ready to go again.

Oh, dear.

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

How exciting.

- I'll even let you win a few.
- That will not be necessary.

## [ Singing ]

Flat as a pancake,
you aluminum canary.

Flat?
## [ Vocalizing ]

No, no.

## [ Singing Scale ]

I'm in excellent voice today.

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

Come along.

[ Speaking French ]

What does that mean, Dr. Smith?

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

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

at Monte Carlo.

[ Speaking French ] In pedestrian translation,
it means "place your bets."

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

I have told you repeatedly
that this is not gambling.

I am merely trying
to instruct you both...

in the intricacies
of a gentleman's game.

Now place your chips
on the number of your choice.

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

Of course it is. Subsequently, we may wish
to pursue the subject more deeply...

and engage
in practical applications.

Dr. Smith,
you are a con man and a shill.

Hold your tongue,
you bellicose bumpkin!

- I merely wish to warn you.
- Spare me the warnings and start spinning.

This is a final indignity.

Spin! And turn your sensors off.

I want no peeking.

Ah, number eight on the black,
an open number.

How unfortunate.
You are both losers.

However, as they say
in the gaming casinos--

Just a minute, Dr. Smith.
There is something on number eight.

There can't be
unless someone cheated.

I must warn you both, the house rules
are quite specific on cheating.

But it's not a chip, Dr. Smith.
It looks like a-a gold coin.

Gold coin? Let me see.
Why, yes, indeed, it is.

Probably an artifact
left from some ancient civilization.

- Let's see if we can find some more.
- But, Dr. Smith...

we're supposed to be learning
about the gentleman's game...

not out looking
for old gold pieces.

We are not just looking
for old gold pieces.

The mere fact that the article
could be of gold or platinum...

is a matter
of complete unconcern to me.

[ Guffawing ]
I was merely clearing my tapes.

If you clear them again
in that tone of voice...

I shall erase your tapes
permanently, so beware.

Let us search on.

Dr. Smith!
I think I've found something.

What is it, my dear?

Looks like a metal ring.

This is perhaps the entrance
to a treasure trove.

- Caution is advised.
- Silence, ninny!

Stand aside. I think
it's begun to move.

[ Screams ]