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(MAN NARRATING)
Last week, as you recall,

Will and Dr. Smith had climbed
up to a plateau of cosmic dust

to investigate a strange,
glowing light

little dreaming that it
was soon to lead them

on an unbelievable
journey through space.

I thought we'd never
reach this plateau.

That mountain must be 20,000
feet high at the very least.

(GASPING) I could hardly
breathe at that altitude.

It's only a hundred feet higher
than the campsite, Dr. Smith.

I checked it.

Oh. Then there must be something in the
atmosphere that affects my asthma.

Well, do you see it?

No. But it's gotta be
around here somewhere.

I remember that rock.

Now, tell me again.
What did you actually see?

Well, it was about sundown,
and I saw something glinting.

Never mind the glinting.

Tell me about the colors.

They were all
silvery and gold.

Yes. Obviously an outcrop of a
very rare and precious metal,

leading to a mother lode.

That's not what Dad thought
when I told him about it.

Just some iron pyrite,
so I guess that's all it is.

Indeed. Your father's
knowledge of geology

leaves much to be desired.

I'm a pretty good geologist.

Of course you are, my boy.

And you'll be a good deal
better, Will, when we prove

that what you saw
confirms my own theory.

Now, climb up on that rock
and see if you can locate it.

Well, have you
spotted it?

Not yet.

Can't you see anything?

(CHUCKLES)
Well, I see the Jupiter.

And there's Mom and Penny.
They're doing the washing.

Spare me the dreary domestic story.
Look for that outcrop.

WILL: Golly!

What is it?
Do you see it?

I see it!
Where?

Where? Show me!

WILL: It's over that way!

You'd better be
careful, Dr. Smith.

Dad thought there might be
cosmic dust pits on this plateau

with no bottom.

Nonsense, my boy. In the
interest of science,

one's personal safety
is of no consequence.

(SCREAMING)

(GRUNTING)

Hang on, Dr. Smith!

The plant could
give way at any moment!

If you panic, you'll
just sink faster, so...

So don't panic!

I'm not panicking!
I'm not panicking!

Just get me out of here!
(GRUNTING)

Oh!

Oh, thank goodness.

Oh! Oh!

If this plant
hadn't been here,

there's no telling how far
clown you might've dropped.

That's why cosmic dust pits
are so dangerous.

Just spare me the preachments.
Help me up, my boy.

Ah! Thank goodness.

Oh! What do we do now?

We jump across it.
Jump?

Sure.

Careful.

It's not too tough.
Watch me.

(SCREAMS)

Here. Come on.
It's easy.

Agility, like youth,
is wasted on children.

I cannot do it,
and I will not do it.

Dr. Smith.

No!

Jump.

(SCREAMING)

Oh! The things I do in
the interest of science.

Now, my boy, let's not waste
any more time in idle chatter.

We must find that outcrop.
Come along.

You're lagging, Will.
Where's your stamina?

Will. Will, look.

It's just
decomposed granite.

It's not even shining.

Fool's gold. Nothing but
an optical illusion.

But we must have
seen something shining.

Dr. Smith, look at this!

It's funny we never received
any signals before.

I wonder where
it came from.

Don't get
too close, Will.

If it contaminates you,
you'll contaminate me,

and before you know it...
(SPACESHIP WHIRRING)

As you can plainly see,
Will's urgent summons

that you come here was
really quite unnecessary.

His having seen a precious metal
was nothing but a mirage.

He never said it was
precious metal, Doctor.

And that ship... That ship
certainly is no mirage.

Well, it's of no
earthly use to me.

Well, why does everything have
to have an earthly use, Doctor?

Don't let him answer that, or
we'll be standing here hours...

listening to the miseries
of a galactic castaway.

Major, you irk me.

I wonder what kind of a guidance
and propulsion system it has.

Well, I got a quick look at
it when the hatch was opened.

It's compact as
a protein pill.

That's really compact.

Let's see what you make of
this protein pill, Robot.

No involved, polysyllabic
jargon, if you please.

Just simple, basic facts
that we can all understand.

Design guidance and
propulsion systems

of extragalactic
special delivery vehicle

indicate unlimited thrust,
scope and speed.

I wonder what
it delivers.

Well, maybe the extragalactic
special delivery mail.

It does, as such, conform
to a space relay station.

How 'bout digging
a little deeper, Robot'?

And clearer,
you garrulous gargoyle.

Space capability
of vehicle

subject to
errors inherent in my

limited extragalactic
experience.

May reach velocity
of light squared.

Squared?
Why, that's impossible.

Vehicle capable of
circumnavigating the universe.

Space penetration
is possible

up to and including
the sixth dimension.

Warning!
Yes'?

Unpredictable modifications
in cell structure

are a hazard of such
multidimensional space flight.

Wow.

That's some pill.
(CHUCKLES)

That's right.

Till we know more about it, I suggest
that no one get close to it.

We'll bring out some testing
equipment in the morning.

Let's go back
to camp.

I'll be right there.

All right.

What a remarkable
vehicle.

I wonder what else
it can do.

Well, if you know
how to work it,

it can get you wherever you
want to go in nothing flat.

Isn't that enough?

Ample.

That is, if I knew
more about navigating it.

Is it very complicated,
my encyclopedic friend?

Very compact.

Tell me more.

Its design is
simplicity itself.

Getting better all the time.
How simple?

What do you want
from me? Blood?

Spare me the self-pity!

Now, move in closer
and let rne have the answer.

Dr. Smith, Dad didn't want
any of us getting too close.

Is this scurrilous scatterbrain
to be considered one of us?

Indeed, he is not. He is here
to obey my orders. Move.

I'm waiting.

Me too.

You cowardly clump.
You're not close enough.

Now advance and let
yourself be recognized.

Find out how it works!

Dr. Smith, I just don't...

Quiet, my boy. I'm in command here.
Move!

(VOICE SHOUTING
IN ALIEN LANGUAGE)

What is it saying?

Computers require
readjustment to alien tongue.

But tone of voice indicates
a warning of some kind.

Then readjust. Quickly.

Dr. Smith! He fired
some sort of ray at him!

I knew we shouldn't
let him get too close.

Dear boy, I wouldn't say
anything about this to anyone.

We can put him back together
again in the morning.

Will, I really don't think we
should stay here any longer!

Something is very wrong. I don't like it.
Come along, Will. Come along.

You're okay now.

Do you know what
happened to you?

Inaccurate
wavelength adjustment

initiated hostile reaction.

The error was mine, due to limited
extragalactic experience.

Well, we'll try again
tomorrow, if it's still here.

I sure hope it is.

Do you know what
that's all about?

Specifically, negative.

But assumption is
that extragalactic vehicle

is in "go"
condition for liftoff.

Golly!

Will Robinson to
extragalactic control.

I'm ready for liftoff.

I sure wish I knew who
belongs to this ship.

Like to thank them
for letting me look around.

(CRASHING)

Golly!

(SIGHS) So, you see,
my dear cousin Joan,

no matter what you may have
heard to the contrary,

life can be very normal on a
strange and remote planet.

Will still has to be reminded
not to be late for dinner

and Penny is still forgetful
about her personal appearance.

Oh! And Judy is just a
little bit too critical.

(WHOOSHING)

Looks like a comet.

It might be that extragalactic
special delivery space vehicle

taking off on its
appointed rounds.

If it is,
I can't say that I'm sorry.

Oh, my. Don't let
Will hear you say that.

By the way, why isn't he out here?
Surely he must have heard it.

When he's concentrating
on one of his projects,

he can shut out any sound
that might interfere.

Like a dinner call.

I think I'll go tell
him what he missed.

MAUREEN: No, dear.

I think that would
be rather unkind.

You just let him continue
what he's working on.

Oh, what a lovely,
peaceful night this is.

Yeah.

Sure nice to be
alone for a change.

You know, you'd think
on a planet this size,

it would be easy to
get away from it all.

Oh! Am I
interrupting anything?

I hope that's
not why you came.

Of course not.

I'm looking for Will.

We were supposed to play a
game of chess this evening.

Well, I haven't seen him.

DR. SMITH:
One, two, three, four.

One, two, three, four.
One, two, three, four.

One, two, three, four.
One, two, three, four.

What, Smith, are you
supposed to be doing?

What you should
all be doing,

maintaining your
youthful vigor with

a conscientious
space fitness program.

I regret to announce
that this very day,

I found a white hair
in my head

which accounts for these
comprehensive calisthenics.

And you expect to
change its color

with all this vim
and vigor, huh, Smith?

Spare me your caustic remarks, Major.
They fall on deaf ears.

Say, aren't you supposed to be
replanting the hydroponic garden

after last night's storm?

Don't prate to me
about food, Major.

Man does not
live on bread alone.

One, two, three, four.

Oh, no.
One, two, three, four.

We sure picked a nice, quiet
little spot tonight, didn't we?

You're supposed to be
in your cubbyhole, mister.

Affirmative.

However, due to temporary
breakdown at alien site

my schedule
was interrupted.

What were you doing
at the alien site?

He's frothing at the tapes with his
usual egomaniacal eccentricity.

Negative. Reporting liftoff
of extragalactic vehicle.

We're way ahead of you, Robot.
We heard it and saw it.

With amateur pilot aboard.

What do you mean
by "amateur"?

I mean Will Robinson.

Will took off in
the alien spaceship?

Affirmative.

And computations indicate
an imminent return.

Penny, get your
mother and father quickly.

We're going out there.
Come on, Smith.

Will!

Will!

What is it?
Are you all right?

Will!

Will, your mother
asked you a question.

Not really, Dad.

She was just expressing
her momentary

emotional anxiety
in rhetorical terms.

Certainly the state
of my physical well-being

should be apparent to all.

Will, I don't understand.

Why are you
speaking like that?

Like what, Mother?

It isn't like you to
answer my questions

with an analysis
of my feelings.

I'm sorry if the operation of
my mind doesn't please you,

but that's just
the way I am.

The boy's showing a remarkably
independent spirit.

Rather like mine.

Be quiet, Smith.

Incidentally,
you've been conditioned

to accept
the velocity of light

as a limiting factor
in space travel.

Well, my flight
disproved that theory.

Yes, I can see that.

I'd, uh... I'd like to talk to you
about it. And your experience.

Certainly, Father. But it may be a
little hard for you to understand,

so I'll try
to simplify it.

Well, thank you.

I'll have to see what I can do
about improving on this weapon.

It's very antiquated.

What?

Obsolete.

That goes for us,
too, I suppose.

I believe the boy's unlocked
the secrets of the universe.

We have a latter-day
Einstein in our midst.

I don't like obvious
flattery, Dr. Smith.

Next time, try to be
a little more subtle.

I beg your pardon.
I meant no offense.

You and I must have a nice,
long chat very soon, my boy.

Not until his
mother and I have had

a much longer one
with him, Dr. Smith.

By the way.

Weren't you supposed to be working
in the hydroponic garden?

The hydroponic garden?
Oh, yes.

It completely
slipped my mind.

But I shall attend to it
immediately after dinner.

No, you won't. There won't be any
dinner until you get that job done.

Indeed.
I shall very likely starve.

Man does not live by bread alone.
Remember, Smith?

Bah, Major.

Come along, Will.

Now, to understand me,

the first thing you'll
have to do is discard

everything you know about
energy conversion factors.

Well, that's
impossible, son.

I was afraid
you'd say that.

How can I teach you anything if
you won't accept what I say?

We don't want you
to teach us anything.

We just want you to tell us
what happened to you out there.

I wasn't aware that anything
had happened to me.

And if you insist on asking these
primitive and emotional questions,

I won't be able to
tell you anything.

Come here, son.

Now, before you
took that flight,

you and I had a natural,
easygoing relationship,

the kind of thing that's normal
between a father and his son.

You're saying
I'm abnormal now.

But I'm not, Dad.
I know what I was like.

And I haven't really changed.
Maybe you have.

No, he hasn't
really changed.

He's just become a far-out
super-genius is all.

What happened in here?
Will was almost in tears.

Well, at least he experienced
that primitive emotion.

He's still a boy.

Has he given you
reason to doubt it?

Well, not to
doubt it, Maureen,

but to recognize that he's undergone
a tremendous acceleration

in intellectual maturity
since he took that flight.

In many ways,
he's way ahead of us.

Yeah, I might have to bone up on
multidimensional flight phenomena

if Will talked
to me again.

Well, it can't harm him,
can it?

No. Only in his
relationship to us.

Will, would you like
to help me, please?

Help you with what?

Transplanting some
of these vegetables.

Is it necessary?

We have to eat.

Your methods are
very elementary.

Oh! Do you know
any better ones?

Yes, but it would be useless
explaining them to you.

Look, Will, I realize
you're a brain now,

but that doesn't mean you have
to put everybody else clown.

Your hypersensitivity's
showing, Judy.

Now, if we keep this up, you'll
probably stomp out of here

in a corny feminine huff.

Well, I got news for you,
Will Robinson.

I'm going to do
exactly that right now.

Poor kid. No
intellectual discipline.

Hey, Will.

You want your revenge because I
beat you at chess last time?

You? Beat me?

Have you forgotten?

It just isn't possible.

Isn't it? Just for that,
I'll do it again.

It's useless, Penny.
You don't stand a chance.

But you might as well
find out for yourself.

Will, what's the matter
with you?

I don't know. Come on, Penny.
Let's play.

I'll let you make
the first move, Penny.

Not that it'll help.

Gee, thanks.

There.

I'm sorry, Penny.

Sorry? About what?

This game's
getting kind of boring.

What do you mean?

Now, try not to get
all sensitive like Judy,

but you might as well know
you're already licked.

lam not!

It's inevitable, Penny.

Now, when you attack with
your bishops, I'll take them.

And then you'll get
busy with your knights,

but by that time
I'll have your king.

You know so much,
don't you?

I'm sorry, Penny, but
that's just the way it is.

Well, why don't we just
play the game and see?

It's no fun when you know what's
gonna happen ahead of time.

There's no challenge.

DR. SMITH:
Well, well, well.

Playing the game of
great minds, I see.

May I kibitz a bit?

There's nothing to kibitz.
I've had it.

Now, then.

Don't trouble yourself Dr. Smith.

We're not evenly matched.

Perhaps not. But we could
have a little chat.

About what?

Oh, ships and shoes
and sealing wax.

In other words, multidimensional
excursion vehicles.

How did you know?

You're very transparent
to me, Dr. Smith.

Really? How delightful.

Then we understand
each other, Will.

No, I understand you.

Now, what's on your mind? Not that
my answer will do you any good.

Don't underestimate the intellectual
resources of Zachary Smith, my boy.

Now, tell me. If I were to undertake
a flight in that vehicle,

would it do for me
what it has done for you?

Even if it did, I'm not
sure you could handle it.

Let me worry about that.

How would you like to give me a
few pointers on the technique

involved in
piloting that vehicle?

For what ulterior
motives, Dr. Smith?

Ulterior motives? I?

All right. Then I'll
explain them to you.

One, you can hardly
wait to leave here.

Two, you're hoping that if you
can learn to fly that vehicle,

it'll make you some sort of
lord of the galaxies.

Three, if you can ever
guide it back to Earth,

you'll become president of the
United States, at the very least.

Really?
I hadn't thought of that,

but it does sound
intriguing. Go on.

I'm sorry, Dr. Smith,

but you and I don't communicate
on the same level of maturity.

Very well,

William Robinson
Socrates Einstein.

I'm not done with you yet.

If Dad would
give me permission,

I could pack all this into
one tenth of the space.

No, he's not ready
for it yet.

You're oversized, too,
as well as being obsolete.

A product of
contemporary technology

is incapable
of obsolescence.

Have you got
a lot to learn.

MAUREEN: Will?

You should be asleep.

I don't need as much sleep
as I used to, Mother.

You may not
think you do,

with so much going on in that
wonderful mind of yours,

but you still
need your sleep.

No one else thinks
my mind's wonderful.

They think I'm some
sort of freak highbrow.

Oh, nonsense.
Of course they don't.

Underneath, you're still
the same boy you always were.

I don't feel that way.

Oh.

I tell you what. Tomorrow,
let's all go on a picnic.

And if you enjoy it
as much as you always did,

then you'll know
you haven't changed.

I don't think it'll help,
but I'll go.

(CHUCKLING) All right.

Come on, now.
Let's go to bed.

Will, my dear boy. What
are you doing out here?

I couldn't sleep.

Ah, what a brilliant design.

What a magnificent concept.
What is it?

A reconstruction
of the Jupiter 2.

Not that you'd understand it
or anyone else.

I realize that.
That's why I'm here.

I've made a very
important decision, Will.

Oh? Who do you plan to get
in trouble this time?

Oh, ye of little faith.

The fact is, my boy, that at
the gravest risk to myself,

and for purely
altruistic reasons only,

lam willing to undertake
a flight in that vehicle.

Let's hear those altruistic
reasons, Dr. Smith.

There is only one reason,
my boy. You.

Oh, it hurts me deeply
to see you suffer the pangs

of intellectual isolation.

You need someone to soar with
you above the common herd

to be an intellectual
giant like yourself.

I volunteer for that
perilous assignment.

I got back okay,
so it's not so perilous.

Now, let's skip
the big talk, huh?

You're not
very kind, are you?

All I want is
to see you happy,

to give you the companionship and
the understanding that you deserve.

Isn't that what you need?

Might be nice to have someone I
wouldn't have to talk down to.

But there's
just one problem.

What problem?

You're not doing
this for me.

Oh, my dear,
misguided boy...

We might get on a whole
lot better if you'd admit

that you were doing this
for yourself, Dr. Smith.

You have cut me to the quick.
What can I say?

It doesn't matter, 'cause I'd see
through it no matter what you said.

But I guess it's wrong to hold
back scientific knowledge

from someone who
really wants to know.

Oh, I do. I do.

And we might get on a little bit
better once you've been out there.

We'll be bosom buddies.

You sound phony when you
say that, Dr. Smith.

But, here.

Here's a layout of
the guidance system.

Yes.

Hatch control here.

Hatch control.

Power acceleration here.

I see.

Retro rockets here.

Yes. Yes.

♪ Oh, Susannah
Don't you cry for me

♪ For I'm going to Louisiana
with a banjo on my knee I'

(HUMMING)

Now, let's see.

Ah, yes.

Power on.

Main thruster on.

(ROARING)

Lord of the galaxies.

Lord Zachary Smith.

Oh, my.

Going out to the drill site, Will.
You want to come along?

Not right now. I'm waiting for Dr.
Smith to get back.

Where is he?

Right now,
I'd say he's probably

on the return
leg of the flight.

You mean, that
liftoff we heard earlier...

Was Dr. Smith.

He was very insistent, and I thought
the experience might do him some good.

(WHOOSHING)

Well, he's back.
Shall we go welcome him?

I don't know why we
should give him a welcome

because if he tries any of
that superior knowledge

he might have
gotten on me, he...

Dr. Smith?

Oh, dear. Oh, dear.

See what has
happened to me?

Look at my face
and weep.

All because I
listened to you,

you young upstart.
(SOBBING)

The pain. The pain.

Oh, dear. Oh, dear.

(MUMBLING)

Yah!

(MUMBLES)

What a calamity.

What a tragic end.

Laid low in
the prime of my life.

Weak and afflicted
with the infirmities of age.

(WHIMPERING)

I feel cold.

I think I'd like a little
more broth, please.

And put some
soft bread in it.

My teeth are not
what they used to be.

(GIBBERING)

Hurry.

Poor Dr. Smith.

Isn't there something
we could do to help him?

There must be.

We'll make all
the tests we can,

but I don't think
it'll do any good.

Don, here. Why don't
you take it to him?

Me?
Yes, go on.

It might make him
feel better.

Okay.
Go ahead.

Here you are, Dr. Smith.

Some nice,
warm soup for you.

How 'bout that, huh?

Thank you, Major.

Very kind of you.
And high time too.

Oh, now, Doctor.
Listen.

Doctor, John and I are going
to do everything we can

to try to find out what
happened to you out there.

It's quite
unnecessary, Major.

You will soon be
performing an autopsy

of my mortal remains.
(CHUCKLING)

No, listen. You see,
if we can simulate

the conditions of your
flight in a test chamber.

We might get a lead on how to
counteract the effect, you see?

You really think so?

Well, we're gonna
do everything we can.

Now, can you tell us what your
velocity was when the change occurred?

I can't remember.

I can only remember
things of long ago,

when I was
young and handsome

and life was
full of promise.

I think I might be able to
manage a little dessert, please.

Something nice and sweet,
if you'd be so kind.

Well, I'm glad to see
your appetite's okay.

Will you begrudge me my
last remaining pleasure?

I want something
nice and sweet!

Give me a reading.

93.2 and steady.

All right.
I'll try more acceleration.

According to my calculations,
I don't think the results...

Be quiet, Will.

It's going into
the red zone!

Well, cut the power!

That's what I was trying
to tell you would happen.

Oh, John.

Well, looks as though whatever
corridor of space Smith went through,

we'll never
simulate it here.

I might be able to get some answers
with a four-year analysis.

Or better yet, I might
make another test flight.

Oh, no. I don't want to hear any
more talk about a test flight.

(DR. SMITH MOANING)

Must you disturb an old man's
rest with your horseplay?

I should never have allowed
you to raise my hopes.

I'm doomed.

We haven't given up,
Dr. Smith.

Oh, please,
don't raise my hopes again.

My nerves can't stand it.

I can see I must
prepare for the end.

But please, Professor, keep
trying, and don't lose any time.

Your results might be useful to
others even though I will not be here

to benefit from them.

(WHIMPERING) Eh!

Help an old man
up the ramp, girly!

Here, Dr. Smith.

Dad, I don't think his molecular
change is irreversible.

What's that
supposed to mean?

Well, darling, I'm not
sure I agree with him,

but I think Will means that
there's hope for Dr. Smith.

I guess what we need
is a fountain of youth.

Or its deep-space
equivalent.

Yeah, well, anyway,
we'll get going

on our version of the fountain
of youth in the morning

while you get
to work on yours.

Well, Willie, have you
discovered anything?

(GIBBERING)

(GASPING)

Not yet, Dr. Smith.
It takes time.

Time and tide
wait for no man.

I should never
have listened to you.

I could do a lot better if you'd give
me some of your venerable blood.

Oh, no. No, I have barely
enough to go around.

It's just one drop.

No, no.

It could make the difference
between life and death to me.

Well, it's not easy trying
to test the reversibility

of molecular change
with just one white hair.

I'm beginning to think the only
other way is a test flight.

What would you do on
a test flight, sonny?

Well, first I'd try putting the
guidance system in reverse.

Brilliant idea. Do you
think it would work?

It's scientifically feasible.

However, out there,
there's no guarantee.

No matter.

I'm ready to try anything.

What has an old
man got to lose?

Not much, I guess.

Then it's all settled.

You'll go at once.

Me?

But you're the one who would
have to change, Dr. Smith.

Surely you don't expect an old party
like me to risk a test flight.

I might have
a seizure en route

and then you'd never
know what happened.

As a dedicated scientist,

it's your duty to
make the flight.

Well, I would, if I could
persuade Dad to let me go.

Good heavens,
an intellectual giant

with your maturity having to
ask permission from Daddy.

He's still my father.

But not your
intellectual equal.

He's pretty good.

I'd feel a lot better
if he knew more than I did.

It's not much
fun when you have

to explain things
to your own father

and everyone else besides.

Ah, what filial devotion.

Think how proud he'd be

when you told
him why you did it

after you get back.

If the reversibility
principle works,

I'll be the way
I was before too.

How happy it will
make your dear mother

to have her
own little Willie

back with her again, huh?

(CHUCKLING)

(GIBBERING)

Bon voyage. Bon voyage.

What's happening?

Such courage.
Such devotion.

You have a remarkable
son, Professor.

Dr. Smith, you'd better
explain, and quickly.

He's reversing
the irreversible.

What do you mean,
Dr. Smith?

He'll be your own
darling little Willie again,

and when I go, I shall
come back my own former,

youthful, handsome self.

Well, you crazy old fool!

John, please.
Go get Penny, will you?

We've got to
get over there.

You're coming too,
foxy Grandpa.

Steady, Major, steady. I still
have a delicate back, you know.

(GROANING) Steady.

(WHOOSHING)

(THUDS)
Oh, dear. Oh, dear. Oh!

I'm not sure that's the same ship.
What do you think, John?

I don't know. It does
look a little different.

Will?

(SHOUTING)

(ALL GASP)

MAUREEN: Don, don't.

(SHOUTS)

Mom, is it really...

What is he saying?

I wish I knew.

Oh, dear. Oh, dear.

Oh, dear.

The poor boy has reversed
himself beyond all recognition.

Don't you
recognize me, Willie?

It's Dr. Zachary Smith, your
loyal and lifelong friend.

Words cannot express what I feel
for you at this very moment.

But I'm sure some words
will come to me presently.

In the meantime, have you
any hopeful news for me?

(SHOUTS)
(GASPING)

Robot!

(SHOUTING)

Translate.

"Where is my other vehicle?
It was here.

"Where is my other vehicle?"

Thank goodness
it's not Will.

Then who is it?
Who is it?

(SHOUTING)

"It was here.
It belongs to me."

Translate message
that it will return soon.

It was taken by my son,
Will, but not for long.

(SPEAKING ALIEN LANGUAGE)

(SHOUTING)

"I demand it now.
I demand it now."

He must give us
a little time.

(SPEAKING ALIEN LANGUAGE)

(SCREAMS)
Don, are you all right?

Just stung.

(SHOUTING)

"Silence."

(WHIMPERING) Frankly, sir, you see
before you an unhappy creature

who until a few
short hours ago

was in the full
flower of his youth.

Don't you realize he can't
understand one word?

He might hear the plea
for pity in my voice.

(SHOUTS)

"You are the king?"

Oh, yes.

Until a little while ago,
I was truly a monarch,

a veritable emperor
of a man.

(SNARLING)

What are you...

(SOBBING AND GIBBERING)

You wouldn't hurt me, would you?
You wouldn't hurt an old man.

(SHOUTING)

"I wait. C-300."

He goes by light velocity.
He'll wait five minutes.

What are you doing?
(GASPS)

What if Will isn't
back in five minutes?

He's got Smith as a hostage, I guess.
Our king.

Don, if I can
attract his attention,

maybe you can work your way
around behind him.

I'll try.
Robot?

Request alien's permission
to examine his velocimeter.

Understood?

Affirmative.

My friend, try to make
this creature understand

that I was
speaking only figuratively

when I referred to
myself as a monarch.

Negative. Computers preempted
for more important processing.

(ROBOT SPEAKING
ALIEN LANGUAGE)

(ALIEN GROWLING)

(GASPING)

I don't understand!

(THUD)

Will! Watch out!
Stay inside!

Hold your fire, unless we can hit
him without endangering Will.

Will! Be careful!

What are you doing here?

Ah! Willie.

I think I've got
good news for you.

Good news?
Look there.

He's going to punish you for
borrowing his ship by abducting me.

I'll be shanghaied
to a terrible fate.

Not if I can
explain why I took it.

Help me, Willie.
Help me.

I'll try.

(SNARLS)

Hello, there.

We were wondering
when you'd show up.

I hope you're not angry because
l borrowed your vehicle.

Twice.

The first time, I did it
because I got carried away.

And the second time,
I did it for Dr. Smith.

Yes, he did it.
It was for me.

I wanted to test out its...

Its...

DR. SMITH: Willie?

To see whether it
could change him back.

He wasn't always
the way he is now.

He never had this beard before
he took a ride in your vehicle.

I guess that makes
three rides we took in all.

(GROWLING)
(GASPING)

Don, don't shoot!

Maybe I can
talk him out of it.

Let him try.

I hope you'll let
Dr. Smith go.

Because if you're thinking of taking
him back to where you come from

wherever that is,

and making him
a slave or something,

personally,
I don't think it'll work.

No.

He's not much use when
it comes to work anyway.

And he can't
live much longer.

Oh, dear. Oh, dear.

Unless you take
him up for a ride

in your vehicle
and change him back.

He'd be very grateful,
and so would I.

We would.
We definitely would.

WILL:
Do you understand?

(GROWLING)

No! Willie!

Wait! What are you doing to him?

No! What are you
doing to him'?

DR. SMITH: Willie!
Do something, Willie!

Don't take him away!
Dr. Smith!

(GROWLING)
(WHIMPERING)

WILL: No!

(SPACESHIP BLASTING OFF)

Will.

I guess it didn't do much
good talking to that alien.

We'll never see
Dr. Smith again.

Oh!

Oh, poor Dr. Smith.

All we can do is hope that
wherever he is, he'll survive.

Maybe he'll be a brain,
like I was.

You mean, you're not
a brain anymore?

Not half as
much as Dad or Don.

Well, there's not much
more we can do here.

Let's go back to camp.

Yeah. Come on.

(WHOOSHING)

(THUD)

"ln memory of
Dr. Zachary Smith

"who was transferred
from this spot

"to the vast unknown
of the sixth dimension.

"Gone but not forgotten."

Indeed. And indeed.

And indeed.

It did what I asked.

To paraphrase a 19th-century
master of the written word,

the report
of my disappearance

seems to have been
greatly exaggerated.

Well, I think I can
guess where he's going,

but I still don't
know why he came here.

This would probably explain
it, if I could understand it.

He gave it to me just
before he let me go.

The Robot might know.

Splendid idea.

Of course, it could
be a key to his city

for an honored guest.

Translate it for us,
my dear friend.

"I bid you farewell.

"Planet is unsuitable as
extragalactic relay station.

"From the brave youth,
I have learned your speech.

"I knocked off some of
the bearded one's years

"to please the youth.

"He sure is a dandy."

Oh! Of all
the ungenerous ingrates!

He could have made me a few years
younger than I was before.

(CHUCKLING)

Smith, you haven't
changed a bit.

Come on.

As for you, sir,
I'll attend to you later.

(CHUCKLING)

ls this the place?

Yes.

But as I told you before, the
laser pistol is beyond recovery.

You know we've never checked
out this particular area.

I ought to wring your neck for
allowing Will to come here.

He wanted to collect
some unusual rock specimens.

Besides, why all this fuss about
one small, unimportant weapon?

Anyone would think
I had lost the crown jewels.

Well, as far as I'm concerned,
that laser's a lot more valuable.

We need it,
and we're gonna get it.

Very well, if you insist.

I certainly do.

Yes. There it is,
on the floor of the cave.

For two buttons and
an old shoestring,

I'd make you climb
down there and get it.

You wouldn't. You Know that I
have a phobia about heights.

I get extremely dizzy.

Losing the pistol was
an accident. Ask Will.

I did. He said you heard
this sound, drew your laser

and then this
small lizard appeared.

You screamed,
dropped the pistol and ran.

You have your facts
completely awry, sir.

In the first place, the lizard
was not small, it was huge.

In the second place,
I did not drop my pistol.

The reptile flung
it from my grasp.

And in the third place,
I did not scream and run.

I made a calm,
orderly retreat.

Knowing your unquestioned
bravery in the past,

I can believe that.

All right.
I'll get the laser.

All you've got to do
is hold on to the rope.

Yes, yes.
I can do that.

Never fear, Smith is here.
You're in good hands.

All right,
now pay it out slowly.

Yes, I can do that.

Careful.

All right. Slow.

All right.
A little more slack.

More slack coming up.

(CRASHING)

It's a cave-in!

Pull up on the rope!
I'm coming up!

(SCREAMS)