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So far, nothing but jungle.

How about you, Wilma?
Picking up anything on infrascan?

Negative, Buck. Just appears to be another
out-of-the-way planet that time forgot.

Uh, shouldn't Dr. Goodfellow
have some information for us by now?

I'll check.

Searcher. this is Captain Rogers.

You got anything for us yet? Over.

Admiral. Captain Rogers
requesting communication.

Thank you, Parsons.
Put Captain Rogers on the vid-screen.

Dr. Goodfellow has just completed
his review of that ancient star chart.

Ah, yes, dear boy.

I'll tell you something.
I got into the chart here.

The planet you're now surveying
was once inhabited...

by a highly advanced race
known as the Goral.

The Goral were indigenous
to that planet.

That is, until they left their world
in a strange mass exodus.

Oh, it must've been
10,000 years ago.

- Does that planet have a name?
- A name? I should say it has, Buck.

It's called Vor-Deeth.
D-double E-T-H.

Vor-Deeth?
That's right. Crichton was
good enough to translate it for me.

Apparently, it means "Planet of Death."

Oh, terrific. You got any other
cheery information for us?

Buck.

Hold on. Doctor.
We got some visual contact.
Looks like some kind of ruins.

Ruins, did you say?
Ooh! Splendid!

Positively splendid, Buck.
Now, I'll tell you what. Go down.

For heaven's sake, go down,
take a look, won't you? Yes.

It's entirely possible
that the Goral...
Buck?

My photon sensor
registers an energy reading.

It's got to mean that
a fusion-powered ship is nearby.

We've got
visual contact on it, Wilma.

Searcher. we got a wrecked ship below.
We're going down.

All right, Buck, but be cautious.

The name of that planet
doesn't exactly fill me with confidence.

Don't worry, Admiral, we will.
Rogers out.

It's pretty badly banged up.

Took some fancy flying
to set this thing down
in a clearing this size.

I'll say.

It's an E.D.S.-104.

Hello! Is anybody here?

By Gideon's trumpet,
a human voice!

I never thought
anyone would show up.

I heard your engines.
But I thought it was a flyby.

The name's Reardon.
I fly interplanetary.

Quadrant 8.
I've been here nearly three weeks.

We'd better get you aboard the Searcher.
We can't do anything for you down here.

Let's take him to my starfighter.
I'll take him upstairs,

and that way,
you two can finish the survey.
Okay.

Thank you very much.
It's very kind of you.

I'd about given up hope.

All you all right, Mr. Reardon?

Fine, thanks.

Let's take a look at those ruins
while we still got some light left, all right?

- The ship.
- It's gone. Vanished.

Perhaps we have mistakenly
come to another clearing.

No, this is the right clearing, all right.
There's no doubt about that.

Everything is gone... the ship,

the shelter, the campfire,

everything.

Vanished.

In the year 1987.

NASA launched the last
of America's deep space probes.

Aboard this compact starship.

A lone astronaut.
Captain William "Buck" Rogers.

Was to experience cosmic forces
beyond all comprehension.

In a freak mishap.
His life-support systems were frozen...

by temperatures beyond imagination.

Ranger 3 was blown out
of its planned trajectory...

into an orbit 1.000 times more vast.

An orbit which was to return
Buck Rogers to Earth...

500 years later.

What could possibly have caused
Reardon's shuttle to disappear?

I don't know.
Maybe we'll find out further on.

Wait a minute.

Listen.

There's not a sound.

Not an animal, not a bird.

Nothing.

Not even the wind.

It is as though the planet
were keeping quiet...

better to listen to us.

It is astounding.

Ten thousand years old.

Must have been
quite a place in its heyday.

I wonder why they left.

Perhaps a plague.

Could be.

Wait a minute.
What's that over there?

A religious symbol?

Well. they could be.

These markings remind me
of Egyptian hieroglyphics.

I'm gonna holograph this
for Dr. Goodfellow.

He can tell us what these
hieroglyphics are saying.
Buck.

What?
Over there.

Looks like it might have been
a temple at one time.

I will see.

Hawk!

Buck!

It looked...
I thought you disappeared.

The same thing
happened to you, Buck.

It's obvious that there are forces
at work here that we don't understand.

Remember,

it is called the "Planet of Death."

I think we better head back up
to the Searcher and have
a little chat with Reardon.

He said he's been down here
for three weeks.

Maybe he can give us some clue
as to what to expect down here.

Attention!

I am well aware that calling
a ship's assembly like this is most unusual.

But then most unusual problems
demand unusual remedies.

It has come to my attention...

that certain members of this crew...

have engaged in disloyal...

No. Let me amend that...

in treacherous activities!

Well. let me assure you of one thing.
Ladies and gentlemen.

Those of you have engaged
in these treasonous schemes...

will be exposed and punished.

In the past, I've used a light hand,

allowing all to have their say.

Oh, yes. Quite often, I've simply
smiled away my disagreements.

But now.

With certain opinions manifesting
themselves into devious actions.

I am taking a firm control on the helm!

Chief Petty Officer Cowan.
Front and center!

Sir!

Wilma, what in the devil's
going on down there?

It's been like this since I got back.

The admiral is convinced that
some of the crew are plotting a mutiny.

What? That's impossible.

Did you or did you not have
the conn at 0800 hours today?

Yes, sir, I did.

And isn't it true that this ship
deviated from its course
by a factor of three degrees...

for almost one full minute
during that time?

Sir, there was a minor malfunction
in the plasma gyros.

We had it corrected in no time
and resumed our proper course.
It was all routine.

I'll tell you what's routine, mister!

You steered this ship
from her true course...

in a deliberate attempt
to sabotage our mission.

Sabotage?
That's enough out of you. Cowan!

Lieutenant Parsons!
Yes, sir.

Take charge of the prisoner.

Chief Petty Officer Cowan is to remain
under close arrest in the brig...

until further word from me!
Yes, sir.

I don't believe this is happening.

Cowan is completely trustworthy.
He wouldn't sabotage the ship.

Take him away.
The admiral must be losing his mind.

Parsons is acting like
some kind of two-bit tyrant.

It's totally unlike him.

But what could be responsible
for such a bizarre transformation?

I don't know. It's hard to say.

But we came back to see if Reardon
had anything useful he could tell us.

I still think that's
the best place to start. Let's go.

Don't think for a moment that
you can lie to me and get away with it.

Mr. Miller. I have reason to believe...

that you have conspired to tamper
with the fusion drive of this ship.

Now. if my suspicions are sustained.
I won't wait for a formal hearing.

I'll have you summarily executed.
Guards. take him away!

Why, good afternoon,
Captain Rogers, Hawk.

I trust your excursion to Vor-Deeth
was a pleasant one.

Crichton, I can't believe this.
You're actually being courteous today?

But why shouldn't I be, sir?

After all, a robot
owes his human masters
every measure of respect.

You mean you are acknowledging
that we are your masters?

You created us, did you not?

- How about you, Twiki?
- What do you mean, how about me?

Are we playing guessing games?

Twiki, are you all right?
What do you care?

What do any of you care?

Since when have you humans been
overly concerned about how I feel?

All I am is a mechanical servant.

Now if you'll excuse me,
I've been summoned to the bridge.

The admiral probably expects me
to fix him a cup of tea...

or something equally important.

Ha! I don't know what they want me to do.
Always asking me to do something.

Have a most pleasant day.

Twiki do this. Twiki. do that.
It's discrimination. if you ask me.

I think they're both
out of their heads.

Incredible. Their personalities
are completely transformed.

Yeah, I think we better get to
that sick bay as quickly as possible.

No, Captain, I can't say
I'm surprised at any of it.

And what you're telling me
about my ship disappearing...

is nothing compared to some of the strange
things I saw on that blasted planet.
What sort of things?

- Well, ghosts for one thing.
- Ghosts?

That's the only thing
I can think of to call them.

Unless you want to say "visions."

But that seems like splitting hairs,
if you ask me.

Things would...

Things would appear and disappear.

Even the sun seemed to come up
from a different direction each morning.

I tell you: The planet is cursed.

And if you ask me,

that's what's causing the strange behavior
you've been seeing here in your ship.

Are you suggesting that that planet
exerts a supernatural force...

that causes people to see things
and to behave strangely?

Colonel, I don't know if you'd
call it supernatural or not.

But a force, there is.
That much I'll swear to.

I think we better go talk
to Dr. Goodfellow.

It all seems to be working all right.

That we know is off.

Let's have a look here.

Dr. Goodfellow.
Yeah?

Oh, it's you, Buck.
Yes, nice to see you and Colonel Deering.

You're looking
awfully busy, Doctor.

I'm conducting tests in an effort to account
for some of the extraordinary behavior...

that's been occurring aboard the ship.

Then you've also noticed
the people acting strangely.

I have a feeling that there's
something about that planet.

A magnetic field, perhaps.

Something like that interferes
with the normal processes
of the human brain.

Yes, well, we came up
with a similar hypothesis, Doctor.

Unfortunately, I think you should know
that Crichton has also been affected.

- Crichton affected? That's impossible.
- But it's true, Doctor.

Apparently robots are not immune to
whatever's causing the strange behavior.

Do I have to remind you, my dear boy,
that Crichton is my own creation.

I made him. I constructed him.

He's utterly impervious to any
sort of magnetic interference.

- Buck wasn't questioning any of your...
- Wasn't he, indeed!

It may be that I know little
about piloting spacecraft...

or tramping about
other people's planets.

This is where I commune
with elemental forces of nature...

and seek to uncover
the mysteries of creation.

Now if you'll excuse me,
I'll finish my work.

I must continue my efforts
to probe the secrets of Vor-Deeth.

It is obvious the doctor
will be of little help to us.

Yeah. He's as flaky as the admiral,
which puts us back to square one.

Are you thinking what I'm thinking?

Go back to Vor-Deeth,
find out what it is on that planet...

that's affecting this ship?
Exactly.

I'm sorry. Captain Rogers.
This part of the ship has been sealed off.
Admiral's orders.

Yes, well, we're not exactly sure
that the admiral is in complete control
of his faculties, so if you'll just...

If you come any further,
I'm gonna have to use this, sir.

Huh.

Cowan, what are you
doing out of the brig?

Let's go.
What's the meaning of this?

Drop the weapon, Hawk.
Drop it this instant.

Now, what happened here, James?

Captain Rogers refused
to obey my order to halt, sir.

I told him you'd ordered
this part of the ship sealed off.

Do you have an explanation, Captain,
for deliberate disobedience
to one of my orders?

Admiral, somewhere
down on that planet...
I see.

Apparently, whatever is causing
the mutinous behavior amongst the crew...

has affected you as well, Captain,
and both of you.

Disarm them.
Escort them to Captain Rogers's cabin.

See that they remain there
until further orders.

We could have overcome the guards.

I know.
I thought about that myself.

I just thought we needed
some time to decide.

Buck, what is it?

Your cabins and mine,
they're identical, aren't they?

Yes, except for the furnishings.

I see it.

Yes. The viewport is off center.

The viewport's changed,
but take a look outside.

Our orbit has changed.

- The Omega quadrant is no longer visible.
- Then the ship has moved.

I'm not sure what happened,

but it was off our port bow
before we left to survey Vor-Deeth.

It's not there now.
I don't know what happened, but...

But what would account
for the new star reading?

I don't think we're on board
the real Searcher.

Buck, that's just a little hard to believe.

Is it? Then how do you
account for the fact that
the interior has changed?

And the fact that all the people
on board this ship are acting
so totally out of character?

What if we're on board a fake?

A very clever
but nonetheless imperfect fake.

But we piloted
the shuttle here ourselves,

and Wilma flew here
in her own ship.

Anything clever enough to fabricate
a copy of the Searcher...

is certainly clever enough to throw
our instruments out of adjustment...

and make us believe we're
landing on the real Searcher.

If the ship is a fake,
what about the people on it?

They're fakes as well.

Robots, androids.
I don't know what they are,
but they're fakes.

We can't worry about that right now.
The first thing we have to do
is get out of this room.

Yes, but how do we get past the guard?

If you gentlemen will go along with it,
I think I have an idea.

Let me go! Let go. you...

Help me! They're trying
to take over the ship!
Release her! Stand back!

You're under confinement.

Well done, Colonel.
Hated to do that.

Yeah, right. Let's go.

Buck, if your hypothesis is correct,
is that how we've been tricked,
aboard a fake Searcher?

If my hypothesis is correct,
it's all the more reason for us...

to find that hangar deck
and get out of here.

That will not be easy with the admiral,
or whoever he is, posting guard.

Attention. all personnel.

Captain Rogers. Colonel Deering and Hawk
have violated confinement.

Find them.
They are not to leave this ship.

Use whatever force is necessary.

All right. Steady. Let's go.

Parsons!

I want some answers. mister.
And I want 'em now!

You won't get away.
I didn't ask for your opinion.

I want to know who you are
and what's going on with the ship.

It was a duplicate of some kind.

Buck! I've never seen
anything so horrible.

Nothing left but ash.

Too incredible to be true.

I'm willing to bet every creature
on this ship is exactly the same way.

We've got to get to the hangar deck.
to our ships.
I suggest you two stay here.

I will see if a way is clear
to the hangar deck.
Okay.S

Hey, come on, Wilma,
pull out of it.

I'm sorry, Buck,
for falling apart like that.

I guess I was just shocked
seeing that... that thing disintegrate.

Hey, hey, you all right?

I will be.

Just being close to you
chases the fears away.

Just hold me, please.

Just hold me close.

I'm so frightened.

Buck, the engine room is clear of guards.

On the real Searcher.
there is an access door
from there to the hangar deck.

Let's hope whoever or whatever
duplicated the Searcher
included that little detail.

You all right?

Sure.
Okay.

Let's keep our fingers crossed.

There they are!

The emergency access hatch
to the launch bay.

- An empty chamber!
- It's a trap! Get back!

They were waiting for us.
It's almost as if they knew our plans.

Maybe they did.
What do you mean?

Hawk is the one who suggested we try
going through the engine room.

Isn't it a little suspicious that the guards
happened to be waiting for us?

You are accusing me?
That is absurd.

You said yourself that something strange
happened to Hawk...

while the two of you
were down on Vor-Deeth.

How do you know that the real Hawk
wasn't replaced by one of those...

those fakes...

during the time
that he seemed to disappear?

You cannot possibly believe
what you are saying.
You are frightened!

You bet I'm frightened!
You're trying to kill both of us!

Wilma, whatever is in your mind...
Right here! Turn it on!

Move! Move!
It's a photon cannon!

Wilma! Hawk!
Over here. Buck! Help me!

I'm pinned!

Buck, the cable! High voltage.
I can't move. Help me!

- Hawk!
- Never mind me. Get to Wilma.

Help her out of there.

That cable touches her, she dies.

Buck. please! Hurry!

Please!
What are you waiting for?

- Pull her out of there!
- Buck. please! Hurry!

Pull her out of there!

Help her before it's too late!

Buck, please!

How can you ignore her? She's...

I cannot believe it.

Wilma a fake like the others?
How did you know?

Wilma doesn't frighten easily.

She was too upset when she was alone with me
and too convinced you were an impostor.

Watch your legs.

Then it was the...

double of Wilma who...

somehow let the others
know where we were going.

We're no closer to finding that
hangar deck than we were before.

But at least we know
where not to look.

Let's go.

Searcher calling Captain Rogers and Hawk.

Searcher calling Captain Rogers and Hawk.

Come in, please.

Still nothing, sir. And I've tried
every voice frequency we've got.

This way.

Let's try this way. Come on.

- The reactor room.
- Hangar bay.

Hold on. How do you know that
that sign means what it says?

I understand your caution,
but we must take the risk.

Hawk, think about it.
Nothing has been as it seems.

Let's go.

Buck, Hawk!

Oh, there's no need for that, Hawk.
We're on the same side.

Yes. of course we're on the same side.
Buck. dear boy.

Listen, listen to me.
You know, you were quite right
about the influence of that planet.

I was able to synthesize a serum
which counteracts its effects.

That was good, wasn't it?
Yes. Dr. Goodfellow and I
have both been immunized, Buck.

But we need your help
to round up the rest of the crew...

so that they can be
inoculated as well.

Nice try, Admiral.

If that door does lead
to the reactor room,
the radiation will kill us.

You won't find your way out
through there, Rogers.
That's the fusion reactor room.

You ever hear the one
about the lady and the tiger?
No.

Just as well.

- The shuttle!
- We got the lady. not the tiger.

Let's hope it's for real.

Mr. Reardon, what are you
doing down here?

This area is off-limits.

And I've been looking
all over this ship for you.
I'm sorry, Colonel.

I was just getting bored
up there in the sick bay.

I thought I'd take myself a little walk.

Well, this is the third time
you've decided to take a little walk,
Mr. Reardon.

How do you expect that leg to heal
if you keep putting your weight on it?
I really didn't think I'd hurt it any.

Well, come along before Dr. Goodfellow
finds out you've been playing hooky again.
Whatever you say, Colonel.

Do you think they will attempt to pursue us?

That's hard to tell, Hawk.
No telling what capabilities
that fake Searcher has.

But if they do...
Buck!

Look.

It disintegrated.

Yeah, just like the fake people
who were on board it.

Any word yet?
No. Nothing.

Sir, what do you make of this?
The photon energy reading's
practically off the scope.

Admiral, I realize I have not been asked,

but my sensors indicate...

that we have been
locked into a snare beam.

What?

It's true, sir. Instruments show us
firmly held by a magnetic force 10.

I don't see how that's possible.

Except for Reardon, there was
no sign of life on Vor-Deeth.

Possible or not, it's happening.

We're being held prisoner...
by something.

Searcher. this is Captain Rogers.
Do you read me? Over.

Searcher, this is Captain Rogers.
Do you read me? Over.

Captain Rogers, Admiral.

I knew Buck would be okay.

Buck, where are you?
We're on our way back.
Admiral.

We... We had a little detour.
You mustn't return to the ship.

We've been caught in a snare beam
emanating from somewhere
on the surface of Vor-Deeth.

We're helpless, Buck.
If you come back, you'll be trapped with us.

More trouble from Vor-Deeth.

Yeah. Five will get you 10
that whatever fabricated
that fake Searcher...

is also behind that snare beam.

Admiral, we're going down to Vor-Deeth,
try to find the source of that beam.

Good idea.
Good luck.
Searcher out.

According to the coordinates
of the tractor beam,

it should be somewhere
around here.
Buck.

What?
The temple.

I might've known. Let's go.

It's hard to see.

I sense a presence.

Yeah, like before.
We're being watched.

Enter, masters!

Enter. masters!

You have done brilliantly so far.

You have passed all the tests but one.

Do not be afraid.

You're on the brink
of securing rewards...

beyond your wildest dreams.

- Who are you?
- At the moment, I am what you see:

a gray-bearded old man
stooped with age...

and bent with a burden
of 10,000 lonely years.

Why are you holding our ship
in a snare beam?

Because...

there is one more test
for you to pass.

If you succeed. all will be as you wish.

If you fail, you, your ship...

and all in it will be destroyed.

Are you telling us that everything
we went through up there,

being misdirected to a fake ship,

meeting fake people who resembled
our own friends and shipmates...

was just part of a series of tests?

Precisely.

And you are the first visitors
in 10,000 years...

to have survived to this point.

You have my deepest admiration, friends,

for the tests the Goral has devised
are difficult. are they not?

You have no right to hold
a peaceful vessel and its crew...

in order to play some silly game.

Release our ship.

Impossible.

Until you have met the final challenge.

But why?

Why do you subject people to such trials?
Who are you?

I am... the Hand of the Goral.

Their servant, if you wish.

They left me here many eons ago...

to protect their planet
from intruders...

until the day they returned.

I am a simulacrum,

fashioned like
the others you encountered,

fashioned from a substance
partly energy, partly matter,

and able to become
anything that is wished.

Anything.

You have done well so far.

You have demonstrated your intelligence
and suitability for remaining on this planet...

and soon may take your place
here in this paradise...

as my masters.

So you've fulfilled this role of guarding
this planet for over 10,000 years?

Ten thousand years
is but a grain of sand...

in the hourglass of eternity.

I fulfill my role gladly,

for it is an honor to serve the Goral...

and you.

I can provide you with
palaces and pleasure domes.

With armies and slaves.

With concubines and viands
from a dozen galaxies.

In short, I can gratify your very dream,

your wildest wish...

and answers to questions
as yet unborn.

Fine. Then our first wish is that you release
our ship so we can get away from here.

Master, I regret that is
the only wish I cannot grant.

The life of your ship is in your hands,
not in mine.

What do you mean?

The instrument for your ship's destruction
has already been placed aboard her...

and by a member of your own crew.

Discover him in time,
and you will have won all.

Reardon.
The man we picked up here
was a fake, wasn't he?

And Wilma... the real Wilma...
took him on board the Searcher.

And it was he who was
able to tell this creature
how to duplicate our ship.

You are indeed worthy of admittance
to my masters' planet!

Such intuition is a rare thing.

We are sick and tired of playing
your stupid game, old man.

I want some answers from you,
and I want them now!

How is Reardon going to destroy the ship?
How's he gonna do it?

Oh, perhaps not so intelligent after all.

Anger and violence
do not provide solutions.

Tell me, old man.

I overestimated you.

What a pity.

Gone like the others.

We gotta get back to the ship.

Searcher, this is Captain Rogers.
Do you read me? Over.

Yes, Buck. What have you found?

We're returning to the ship. Admiral.
You've got a saboteur on board.

It's Reardon.
He's an impostor, a fake.

We were tricked into taking him on board
the Searcher so he could destroy it.

You've got to find him and stop him.

Where is he?
He should be in sick bay,

unless he's taking
another one of his little walks.

Sick bay, this is Colonel
Deering on the bridge.
Is Mr. Reardon there?

He should be. Colonel.
Just a minute.

That's funny.
He was here a minute ago.
but now he's gone.

I'd better get down there.
Let's organize search teams
to scour the ship.

Good.

Buck, Reardon's disappeared.

We're starting a search now.
How long before you're back?

We're on final approach now. Admiral.

Buck, we have teams out
searching the entire ship,
but still no sign of Reardon.

The fusion reactor room.
It's the most sensitive part of the ship.

No sign of Reardon anywhere.
We think he's in the reactor room.
Come on.

Well, we know someone's inside.

The green light's on.

- Captain Rogers.
- Lieutenant Parsons.

Good to have you back, sir.

I've checked the reactor room
for any sign of Reardon,
as Colonel Deering ordered.

The place is clean.

Did you check the reactors
for any unusual devices?

Yes, sir. Swept them
with the magnetometer.
Everything's normal.

Looks like your hunch was wrong.

Yeah, yeah.

Well, thank you, Parsons.
You better stay here
and keep an eye on things.

Yes, sir.

Let's go.

Where to now?
I don't know.

Looks like we struck a dead end.

Colonel Deering.
Captain Rogers!

I just searched the supply room.

It was Reardon.
He changed himself to look like Parsons.

It's locked. Stand back.

Reardon, we know you're in here.
You might as well show yourself and surrender.

Hawk, you see anything?

Nothing, Buck.

It appears as though Reardon
has left the reactor room.

- But how?
- Perhaps through another door.

What do you mean, another door?
You know as well as I do there's only
one way out of this reactor room.

Buck?

Where's that detonator?
Where is that detonator?

Such a pity. You will leave.

Ten thousand years
is a long and lonely vigil...

without company.

I found it.

Attached to reactor number four.

It is harmless now.

Yeah, just like our friend there.

It is a pity, in a way.

After 10,000 years of waiting,
he has failed.

Yeah. Lucky for us he did.

Buck, how did you know
it wasn't Wilma?

That must have been a terrible moment
not knowing who to save.

Well, there was a difference.
A wrongness, if you will.

A wrongness about Wilma? Never!

What exactly do you mean, Buck,
a wrongness?

Call it instinct, Doctor.
For instance, your double was
a caricature of your normal self.

The mad scientist, so to speak.

And you, Admiral,
your double was cruel and
inhuman like a Captain Bligh.

But what about the fake Wilma?

What was the so-called
wrongness about her?

Yes, Buck, what was
the imitation Wilma like?

Well, she was so different and
so opposite to the way you really are...

that I really felt that she or... well,
you or whatever... had lost her mind.

Well, how was she opposite?

She was warm and friendly
and affectionate.

You...

Oh, my poor boy!
- Why do you say that, Doctor?

Well, it just occurred to me.

You must be under
tremendous emotional strain.

Strain? No. Why?

Because when that simulacrum
of Wilma was destroyed,

well, you lost the Goral of your dreams,
didn't you?

The Goral of your dreams!
You lost her!