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The time is now 2100 hours,
and all is well.

[ Rumbling ]

Warning! Warning!
Warning! Warning!

Warning! Warning!
Warning! Warning!

- [ John ] It's a comet!
- [ Robot ] You are correct, Professor Robinson.

I have additional
information.

Don't keep it to yourself.
Let's have it.

The orbit of this planet
is highly eccentric.

- Its properties are also chemically unstable.
- Meaning?

That its present speed
and flight path...

indicate that this planet
and the comet...

are on a collision course.

- A collision course? With what?
- Use your eyes, Dr. Smith.

Gosh! It's a comet!
And heading this way!

- [ Dr. Smith ] We must prepare for catastrophe.
- No. For immediate departure.

- And within an hour.
- Oh, good heavens!

I can already
feel the heat.

All right. We've already been briefed
on emergency liftoff procedures.

- Let's get going.
- [ Judy ] I'll start packing.

Don.

You better help me with
the weather station equipment, Dr. Smith.

- But I'm not dressed.
- [ Robot ] Dr. Smith...

in times of emergency,
one may dispense with formal attire.

Launch time is
T-minus 50 and counting.

All set except
power check and ignition.

Now, if that comet's orbit will stay put
long enough for us to get clear--

[ Sighs ] The only thing that'll change it
is the gravitational pull of this planet.

Not much we can do
about that.

Robot, report.

Robot secured
in magnetic lock.

Launch time
T-minus one minute...

and counting.

- [ John ] Maureen.
- Yes, dear.

Final check.
Harness safety?

Yes. Harness safety go.

All right. Now, to get free
of that comet's pull...

we're gonna maintain escape velocity
until further notice.

That means harnesses on
until further notice.

Right. We're-- We're all set.

Ten seconds.

Nine, eight...

[ Robot ]
...three, two...

one, zero.

- Ignition.
- Power on.

- I can't shake it.
- Well, try full retro.

It's no go. It's still with us.
Getting closer.

Well, then there's just
one other chance.

Full forward thrust.

We've gotta try to build up
enough inertial drive to swing over it.

Full forward thrust.

I don't know how much longer
we can last. We're burning up.

Let's try retro.

No. We maintain full forward thrust
until we've built up enough inertial drive.

I need water.
I need air.

I'm shriveling.
I'm parched.

My hands are withering
before my eyes.

Dr. Smith, you stay
right where you are.

[ Coughs ]
For the information of anyone who cares...

my seams have begun to melt.
[ Coughs ]

We've got to pull up!

Hold it.

Now!

[ Sighs ]

You know something?

I think we made it.

[ Sighs ]

Oh.

I think we deserve
a break. Come on.

Yeah. I'll be
right with you.

- [ Grunts ]
- Missed.

Ah.

I guess we're out of the danger zone now,
although it was exciting while it lasted.

It could have been the end for all of us,
and you call it exciting.

- You know what I mean.
- Penny, Will, want to see something interesting?

- Sure.
- Look.

- [ Will ] Oh, it's a supernova.
- [ Penny ] Is it dangerous?

Right now it's just exciting,
but if it gets too close, it could burn us up.

- Hey, come on. I'm hungry.
- Oh, you.

You know, I thought we'd never
get this galley going again.

- We thought that way about the whole ship.
- [ Chuckles ]

- You were both wonderful.
- Not heroic?

Well, let me
think about that.

- Would you like some coffee?
- Yeah.

- Yeah, thanks.
- Oh, good. Come on, kids. You're just in time.

I've got some cookies
and milk here for you.

And as I cast these words
adrift into space...

I hope and pray that you,
whoever you may be...

astral traveler
or cosmic benefactor...

will find them
and deliver me...

from the virtual captivity
in which I find myself.

You are planning to cast
yourself adrift, Dr. Smith?

Not me. This,
you bumbling cracker barrel.

Stand aside, clumpety clump.

"Pressurize. Depressurize.
Inside hatch. Outside hatch."

All these buttons
are so confusing.

Ah, yes.

Would you like me to
cross my sensors for you, Dr. Smith?

I prefer to rely on the winds of chance,
not superstition.

Now let me see.
"Depressurize."

Now the outside hatch.

Adieu, little spool.
In space you will roam.

Dr. Smith is a prisoner
a long way from home.

It's floating
but not moving out.

The reason is obvious,
Dr. Smith.

It will require a gentle push
to send it into space.

Warning! Warning!
Do not--

[ Screams ]

- Losing pressure on the upper deck!
- [ Beeping ]

- Thank you.
- What went wrong?

It's the air lock. It's been behaving
in the most abnormal manner.

I thought I heard the Robot
warning him.

Alas, poor Robot.
I knew him, Judy.

My bosom companion.
A fellow of the driest wit.

Dad, look!

According to Smith,
that's the result of an abnormal air lock.

- An abnormal Smith.
- We're losing him.

What do we do?
Go on or go after him?

John, I think you'll be
taking a big chance if you do.

We can't just
leave him out there.

I'll suit up.

Give me some of
your fanciest retro-control.

All right, John. He's all yours.
But make it fast.

Getting awfully close to
that supernova.

I'm looking at it.

Robot seems to be
accelerating toward it.

It's drawing him into it.
I can't keep up with him.

Good luck.

Are you sure you're pressing
the right button, William?

It would be dreadful if those buttons
play the same trick on you as they did on me.

Buttons don't play tricks, Dr. Smith.
You must have done something wrong.

[ Whirring ]

How could it have happened?
What an insidious trick of fate.

Shut up, Smith.

Line's too short.

Give me some more
forward thrust.

You don't have much time, John.
That supernova's getting too close for comfort.

- Come on, Dad.
- Oh, John.

Give me another burst.

[ Button Clicks ]

Just a few more feet.

Hit it, Don.
All you've got!

- [ Rocket Fires ]
- That's the works.

I've got him!

- [ All ] Oh!
- Oh, good!

Now hit your retros.
We've gotta pull away from that nova.

Hang on, everyone.

Retros aren't having any effect.
Whatever's got the Robot's got us too.

- Oh, no!
- [ Maureen ] I think you'd
better tell him to come in.

John, listen. We're getting some kind of
magnetic pull from the supernova.

The retro-thrust won't pull us away.
You'd better get back.

[ Screams ]

[ Will ] Don! Dad's tie line!
It's gonna break!

[ Judy ]
We're going to lose them both!

- Isn't there anything we can do?
- John, listen.

Your tie line's going.
You've got to let go.

[ Maureen ]
Oh, he let go.

- John, come in now.
- Yes. Come on, Dad.

Hurry!

- Come on in, Dad.
- Hurry!

Coming in.

Stand by the air lock.

Poor old Robot.
I almost feel responsible.

John, you've got to hurry.
That supernova's right on top of us.

Oh.

- Oh! Oh!
- [ Will ] He's in!

[ Shouting ]

[ Yelling ]

Hit the port side thrusters!

It may give us
some left-axis drag.

- No go. The magnetic pull of
the nova's too strong for us.
- Well, hit the emergency power!

Everybody into your helmets.
We may lose pressure at any moment.

[ Yelling ]

You mean abandon ship?
But we have no lifeboats.

Your space suit's
your lifeboat, Dr. Smith.

Here's your helmet, Dad.

S.O.S. S.O.S.

We're being torn apart!
Abandon ship!

- Here, Dr. Smith!
- [ Crash ]

Close the port view
blinders.

- Oxygen supply will be kept at minimum output.
- [ Screams ]

We've stopped tumbling.

Well, where are we?

Deep in some space void
with no power to take us through.

Caught between the devil
and the deep black space.

You're welcome to abandon ship
anytime you want, Smith.

[ Dr. Smith ]
Never let it be said that Zachary Smith...

is not willing to
share the fate of all.

[ Beeping ]

John, you'd better check this radar.
Seems to be something out there.

[ Beeping ]

Might be matter
from that nova.

Maybe it's the Robot.

He might have been
pulled in here too.

Well, there's one way
to find out.

[ Judy ]
Another spaceship.

What a dark
and depressing object.

- It cannot be friendly.
- [ Will ] It's getting closer.

Yeah, but it's not coming to us.
We're going to it.

Look, it's going around us.

We're being pulled in
magnetically.

I think we're getting
a live signal.

This is the Jupiter 2.
Who are you?

Maybe they'll help us
with some spare parts.

It's coming around again.

We're making a complete circle.

We're gonna crash!

Give us all the retro power you've got left.
Maybe we'll cushion the impact that way.

That's it. We're out of power.

All right!
Hold tight!

[ Screaming ]

- Oh, John.
- Are you all right?

Yes. I think
I'm all in one piece.

Doomed. We're doomed.

Oh, really, Dr. Smith. Can't you use
some other word? "Doomed" is so final.

The only other word
I can think of is extinction.

[ Knocking ]

Get me a gun.

[ Knocking Continues ]

The rest of you stand back.

Your precautions are unnecessary,
Professor Robinson.

- It is only I.
- Come in.

- [ Judy ] Hey, it's the Robot.
- [ All ] The Robot!

- Gee, Robot, we didn't think
we'd ever see you again.
- Yeah, what happened?

Like you, I was drawn through the supernova
by the magnetic pull of the alien ship.

High time you got back here,
you negligent ninny.

Deserting the ship
when all hands were needed.

Speaking of hands,
may I?

This ship we're on, Robot--
Can you tell us something about it?

A meager amount.
The Jupiter's lower hatch will give you ingress...

into the upper hatch of the vehicle
on which we are presently located.

The atmosphere within
said vehicle will support...

terrestrial life
for a limited time.

- That is all.
- Well, we're more interested in finding out...

whether or not there's
any propulsion equipment...

that we could salvage to put to use
in the Jupiter, Robot.

- I have no data on that.
- Is there any form of life down there?

I have no data
on that either.

"No data"? "No data"?
Indeed! What are you, a mynah bird?

- Do I look like a mynah bird?
- Bah!

All right.
Don and I are going down to have a look.

Chances are we won't be able to
communicate with each other...

so the Robot will stand guard
on the lower deck till we return...

which should be
in about, uh, 30 minutes.

John.

[ Sighs ]
Nothing.

It's just
my female anxiety showing.

- On you it looks marvelous.
- [ Chuckles ]

[ Whirring, Beeping ]

Frost.

[ John ]
They're frozen.

- [ Don ] There must be hundreds
of them throughout the ship.
- Yeah.

[ Whirring ]

[ Male Voice On P.A.]
You have penetrated too far.

You are instructed
to step on this pedestal.

You will henceforth
be designated--

You will henceforth
be designated...

as 210703,
alpha blue section.

All required directives will be instructed into you
during the first freezing period.

First freezing period?

Do not attempt to speak. You were given that
opportunity before you were sentenced here.

Sentenced? This must be some kind of
automated prison ship.

With a few electrodes loose.

Prisoner 210703...

alpha blue section,
secure.

All hatches secure.

[ Screams ]

Must be some kind of
deep freeze regulator.

[ Bells Ringing ]

[ Ringing Continues ]

[ Ringing Stops ]

Do you think he'll understand
if we question him?

Where do we find
the warden?

We want to find the warden--
the headman.

No hear, no see, no speak.

The warden's office.

Except the warden's
a computer.

This entire ship has been
automated from stem to stern.

By freezing the prisoners, no hunger strikes,
riots or escapes to worry about.

They've also frozen
their time-lapse chronometer.

Or maybe it just
stopped working.

In which case, those poor devils
are liable to remain here forever.

Well, from what we've seen of the layout,
the propulsion unit should be forward.

We ought to be able to
get something out of there.

You should know more now than you did before
about what's down there, Robot.

A mere soupçon,
Will Robinson.

Oh, come on. Don't go all French on me.
Just give me the facts.

I sense the presence of Major West
and Professor Robinson below...

but not their precise
location.

Well, I know that.
What else?

- A kindred spirit.
- A what?

A robot. However, his programming
and mine are worlds apart.

Is there anything new?

Just that there's
another robot down there.

- I'm sure he's an improvement on our model.
- Hmm!

Dr. Smith, we've gotta go down there
and warn Dad and Don.

I couldn't agree more.
You, sir, go below.

Dr. Smith, you can't let him
go down there alone.

If he goes,
you're gonna have to go with him.

I suppose it would be
a kind of adventure.

But I'd hate to deprive you
of the opportunity.

We'll match for it.

- Raisin or plain?
- I'll take raisin.

Plain. You go.

But you won.

I did.
So I did.

- But I thought--
- It's all right.

I'll go.
Come on, Robot.

Just a moment, William.
Perhaps I'd better go with you.

Your mother will say I encouraged you
if I let you go alone.

Okay.

Stand aside.

Dr. Smith.

Come here.
Look at this.

Come along.

[ Robot ]
Stand aside.

Not bad for
an unimproved model. Huh!

Bah!

[ Screams ]

There is no need
for alarm, Dr. Smith.

You are in the presence
of alien felons...

who have been frozen
while they serve their time.

They are harmless
for the moment.

[ Will ] Do you have any idea how long
they've been here, Robot?

The period of their sentence is indicated
on those pedestal dials.

However,
it is my computation...

that there is a faulty circuit
in the timing system.

The clocks have been stopped
for hundreds of years.

Well, with the clocks stopped,
they'll be here forever.

Forever is a long time.

Follow me, Will Robinson.

Listen.

You think that'll alert
our silent guard?

No, I think he's just programmed
to watch prisoners.

Hey.

Just what the doctor ordered
for our ailing Jupiter.

- How about that?
- How about this?

What do you think would happen
if we borrowed this?

I'd say there'd be at least
two backup systems to replace it.

- Seeing there's no one we can
ask, what are we waiting for?
- Tools.

Oh.

Golly. There sure are
a lot of prisoners on this ship.

The actual count,
Will Robinson, is 9,874.

I am picking up vibrations
that Professor Robinson came this way.

[ Screams ]

What possible harm could there be
in a man who plays cat's cradle?

Poor devil.

But I'm not much better off
than he is really.

Be of good cheer,
my frosty friend.

There.

Your turn.

[ Grunting ]

Ah.

[ Screams ]

- Have I frightened you, master?
- Out of my wits!

I'm sorry.
I did not mean it.

I didn't want to
harm you, master.

The cat's cradle.
It's biting into my neck!

It is? Oh, how sorry
it makes me, master.

[ Moaning ]

Look at me.

Do I look like one
who would commit a crime?

- Huh?
- [ Screams ]

- No! No!
- Innocent as the day I was born.

As gentle
as the day is long.

Harmless, tender,
a prince of virtue.

Not unjust that I should be condemned
for another's crime?

Yes, yes!
Terribly unjust!

It was, of course, a case of mistaken identity.
[ Chuckles ]

They thought like another
criminal looks like Phanzig.

- And I can prove that.
- You can? How?

If only I could speak to
the members of the prison board...

because I know that I could
prove my innocence.

But the moment I step off this pedestal,
it will alert the guard...

and he is one who listens
only to his own words.

And he will prevent me
from pleading my cause.

Help me, master!
Help me!

I can't! Oh!

But I don't know how.

I'm really a stranger
here, you know.

Express only your willingness.

No!

You will not stir
until I return?

I won't move.
I promise you.

Because if you step off this pedestal,
it will alert the guard...

and he might very well
condemn you to frozen sleep.

[ Chuckles ]

[ Cackles ]

Violence to the right of me.

Violence to the left of me.
I can't stand it!

[ Bells Ringing ]

What's that?

It is an alarm.
A prisoner has escaped.

I sure wish
we could find Dr. Smith.

I don't know what
could have happened to him.

[ Ringing Continues ]

- [ Will ] Look! It's the prisoner!
- Run, Will Robinson.

[ Ringing Continues ]

- [ Whispers ] What about him?
- He is the...

- Shh!
- responsibility of the robot guard.

Our primary objective is to find
Professor Robinson and Major West.

- And Dr. Smith.
- Oh, yes. How could I forget him?

[ Ringing Continues ]

I don't know whether that's meant for us,
but the sooner we get out of here, the better.

- Yeah. I'll take these. You get the rest.
- Okay.

Don!

Don!

Don! Don!

[ Screams ]
No. Please. Don't kill me.

Kill you, master?

Wherever did you get
such an idea?

Just because
you deserted your post?

[ Grunts ]
But I can explain.

Oh, Mr. Phanzig,
it's very tight!

- [ Ringing Continues ]
- Those alarm bells--

Tell me, master, do you think there is
a way to keep them from ringing?

Yes. Yes.

The pedestal.

[ Cackles ]
Splendid idea.

Then I will go with you.

[ Groans ]

[ Dr. Smith Groans ]
No! No, please!

Oh, no.

Oh, no, please,
Mr. Phanzig.

No! No. Not back on there.
It's so cold.

You would like to prove your loyalty to me,
wouldn't you, master?

- Why, yes, yes, of course.
- Then--

[ Shouts ]

[ Ringing Stops ]

Oh! Oh, no, Mr. Phanzig.

It's so cold.

I'm very d-d-delicate,
you know.

I might catch a chill.

[ Chuckles ]
I shall make it quick and painless for you, master.

Cheer up. It is not
as though it was forever.

Oh, no!
It is f-f-for-- forever.

The r-regulating clock--
It's b-b-b-broken.

- It stopped.
- You touch me, master. Right here.

No, wait! Wait!
We can make a d-deal!

I'm a space traveler.

I have a spaceship.

We-- We could escape.

Spaceship?

You have a spaceship
here, master?

- You are indeed a loyal fellow.
- [ Sneezes ]

Oh, was it too cold
for you, master?

- Much too cold.
- Yeah.

What a shame.
Spaceship. Spaceship.

[ Chuckles ] And all the time I thought you were
just another one of the prisoners.

In a matter of speaking,
Mr. Phanzig...

I am a prisoner.

Unjustly incarcerated.

Like you.

[ Chuckles ]
Is that the truth?

Prison walls,
prison walls.

How well I know
that feeling.

Allow me to introduce myself,
Mr. Phanzig.

I am Dr. Zachary Smith.

What was your crime,
Zachary?

Crime? I'm as innocent
of wrongdoing...

as you are, Mr. Phanzig.

[ Chuckles ]

Then, Zachary...

we shall indeed be friends.

- [ Knocking ]
- [ John ] Open this door!

- Dad, is that you?
- [ Knocking Continues ]

- Dad!
- Will.

- How did you get down here?
- Same way you did, I guess.

You got the engine parts.

Yes, they'll have to wait.
Right now we've gotta find Don.

Dad, we've gotta find
Dr. Smith too.

Doctor--

Why not?

We repeat the question.
What is your number?

And I repeat the answer.
I don't have a number.

Why do you persist
in trying to deceive us?

On this vessel
there are prisoners only.

No others.

Again, what is your number?

For your information, I'm not a prisoner.
I'm a space traveler.

The prisoner is being
too imaginative.

Records do not lie.

I'm one of the exceptions
that proves that they do!

Guard, report.

[ Whirring ]

The guard says
your number is...

A39BQ164Z09.

Your name is Phanzig.

Your birthplace
is the planet Verrah.

Tried, found guilty...

and sentenced to
the frozen sleep for 200 years.

You attempted to escape,
which you should know is impossible.

Have you anything to say
in your defense?

Plenty. My name's West.

I was born on the planet Earth.

And the only reason that I'm here
is to borrow some spare propulsion equipment...

for our ship the Jupiter 2!

Silence! Silence! Silence!

- Phanzig! Phanzig!
- Can't you understand?

Your automated system's
all fouled up!

Your clock stopped years ago! You don't know
what you're doing or where you're going!

Contempt! Contempt!
Take the prisoner away!

His sentenced will be doubled.
Sentence will be doubled.

Sentence will be doubled.
Doubled. Doubled. Doubled.

You and me, Zachary.

There must be a way
to break out of here...

get to your spaceship,
and fly back to Verrah.

No, no, Mr. Phanzig, old boy.
Not Verrah. Earth.

- Verrah!
- Earth.

Ah.

Well, perhaps we might make a short stopover
at Verrah, wherever that is.

But I must tell you,
Mr. Phanzig...

I happen to be in a position
to grant all of you an official parole.

Once we return to Earth.

Parole?

I should have been due
for parole in the year--

That clock won't
tell you anything.

That's what I tried to communicate to you.
That clock is broken.

It's been broken
for 200 years.

200 years?

That's when I should have
been freed.

Right there.

Him! He should have
been freed.

All of us
should have been freed!

Come on, Zachary.
Get the club.

- [ Bells Ringing ]
- We are taking over this entire brig!

[ Bells Ringing ]

- They made him a prisoner!
- They think he is a prisoner.

The one who escaped.

Don. Don, can you
hear me?

[ Ringing Continues ]

Don!

[ Laughing ]

[ Sneezes ]
It's cold! I'm freezing!

On to the bridge, comrades!
On to the bridge!

- No. This way!
- To the control room!

[ Sneezes ]

Don. Don!

- Don.
- My name is West.

I was born
on the planet Earth.

Don.

- What happened?
- They were conditioning you for freezing.

- Oh.
- How do you feel?

Like a fugitive
from the Ice Age.

- How'd they get here?
- We'll talk about that later.

Right now we'd better get those spare parts
and head back to the Jupiter.

Warning! Warning!

- [ Men Yelling ]
- [ Man ] Come on! Let's go! Let's get 'em!

Let's get 'em!
Off to one side, you stoolies.

- We're tearing it apart.
- [ All Yelling ]

Dr. Smith!

Tear it apart.

What's happening?
What are you trying to do?

He's one of us.
We are taking over this entire brig.

- You can't do that!
- Hush, William. Hush.

I've explained that when we reach Earth
they'll be granted amnesty.

But, Dr. Smith,
they're prisoners.

[ Phanzig ]
Not anymore. We are free men.

- Come on, men. On to the bridge!
- [ All ] On to the bridge!

Don't come any closer.

- You're looking for trouble?
- No, but you are.

And that goes for
you too, Smith.

I represent these men
as legal counsel...

and I'm happy to say that
they're willing to die for their cause.

- [ Chuckles ] Tell him, Zachary.
- Dying won't help anything.

Nor will violence. We've got to find a way
to repair the system, not destroy it.

No!

We have waited long enough.
And that clock-- that's what did it.

Come on, men.
Let's tear it to pieces!

[ All Yelling ]

Stop it! If you destroy this clock,
you'll blow up the entire ship!

- That clock has cheated us of hundreds of years.
- [ Chattering ]

This clock has been frozen.
I think I can fix it.

- [ All ] No!
- No! Break it down! Break it up!

What about those other men in there?
There must be thousands of them.

This is the only way they'll ever get out alive.
Give me one minute.

[ All ]
No!

Oh, what is one minute
after 200 years?

[ Chuckles ]
It is yours.

Shh. Shh.

[ Chattering Softly ]

Shh. Shh. Shh.

Shh. Shh.

[ Click, Whirring ]

[ Gasping, Chattering ]

Prisoners aboard
the prison ship Verrah Castle...

your term of imprisonment
is now ended.

- [ Cheering ]
- It is the hope of the prison authorities...

that you will now
resume your place...

as useful citizens
of your communities.

You will report to Bay Z9...

for a change of clothing...

and the funds which will
enable you to make a new start.

Good luck to you all.

The prison ship Verrah Castle
will shortly be homeward bound.

[ Cheering ]

I want to thank you
from my heart...

on behalf of my men
and myself.

You did a beautiful job.

[ Screams ]

No, no! No!
He's going to freeze me. What is he doing?

His sensors indicate that there is
only one unrehabilitated criminal type left...

and that is you.

Explain to him.
Make him let me go.

- [ Beeping ]
- [ Whirring ]

- What is he saying?
- He said, "You will be back. They all come back."

[ Laughing ]
Zachary.

Good luck, Mr. Phanzig--
on your new start.

New start?

Thanks, Mr. Phanzig.

[ All Laughing ]

- Dr. Smith, look.
- [ Yells ]

That alien propulsion unit
seems to be working just fine.

- Any chance of a star fix?
- Mm-mmm.

Not likely till we regain
our original flight path.

Keep her on course.
I'll get the star charts.

[ Dr. Smith ]
And there I was-- [ Sneezes ]

trapped in a grisly chamber of horrors
with no hope of--

[ Sneezes ]
rescue.

But my ready wit
and resourcefulness...

not to mention my personal courage,
came to my aid.

And I was able to
take control of a situation...

- which might have spelled disaster.
- Warning! Warning!

- Warning!
- Will you stop that, you nervous ninny!

There is an object in full view
on the starboard bow.

[ Robot ]
Stand by for collision.

Maybe it's a message
from a shipwrecked astronaut.

You might be right
about that, Son.

Uh, Smith, why don't you suit up
and go on out there and get it?

Uh, you do know how to
work that air lock, don't you?

I suggest that we forget it, Professor,
and proceed on our appointed-- [ Sneezes ]

[ All ]
Bless you.