All language subtitles for lost_in_space_s01e05_the_hungry_sea

Last week, Penny and Will Robinson
became separated from the others and

themselves hopelessly trapped in the
dead city ruins, far beneath the surface

a strange planet.

Now, suddenly, as they survey their
mysterious surroundings...

This. Will?

Penny?

I guess they wandered into another room.

Hey!

Look at them.

Poor benighted fools.

Well, they're no concern of mine, but
you are.

Where's the orbital data I asked you
for?

Data processing now complete.

Results contradictory.

Contradictory? You're not supposed to
come up with contradictory conclusions.

You're a robot.

Where's your pride?

The function of any computer is to draw
conclusions from provided data.

If conclusions are contradictory,
provided data is at fault.

Oh, so now you're trying to put the
blame onto me, are you?

There's a lot more human in you than I
thought, my metallurgical friend.

There's nothing wrong with my data, but
there's a good deal wrong with your

conclusions.

No planet could have an orbit like this.

Not even this woebegone, flea -bitten
chunk of depressed galactic real estate.

Now go back to work and give me a few
sensible conclusions.

Affirmative. However, it is necessary to
point out that identical data will

provide identical conclusions. If you
can't handle an elementary computation,

what in blazes are you good for?

The function of an environmental control
robot is to supply all data pertinent

to this particular field.

That is precisely what is wrong with our
civilization.

Everyone is a specialist.

Whatever happened to the Renaissance
man?

By the end of the 16th century, the
Renaissance man, a model of versatility,

involved modern man whose pursuits
became increasingly specialized until...

dry up.

Relative humidity, 47%. Outside
temperature, minus 120

degrees Fahrenheit and dropping. I did
not ask you for a weather report.

Inside temperature...

51 degrees Fahrenheit and dropping
rapidly.

51 in here?

No wonder I'm chilly.

And dropping, you say?

Rapidly. How rapidly? In one hour, 14
minutes, interior temperature of this

spaceship will drop below the freezing
point.

Obviously, then, we have to do something
at once.

Turn up the heat.

Artificial heat now at maximum.

Power reserve failing.

Recommended action.

Abandon ship and head south.

Listen, my pusillanimous puppet.

I have no intention of chasing off after
that family of lunatics.

Besides, it's too cold out there now to
travel.

This is a pretty mess you've let me get
into.

You're supposed to be an environmental
control robot. Well, control something.

Do you realize?

But unless I get some heat somewhere,
I'll freeze to death.

In precisely one hour, 12 minutes, and
58 seconds.

That's a sea of solid ice.

Are we going to try and cross it
tonight?

We've got no choice.

Do you think it's thick enough to hold
us?

Oh, yeah.

With coal like this, I'll be surprised
if it's less than 20 feet thick.

Say, what is the outside temperature?

125 below.

If it gets much colder, we won't be
going anywhere.

Peace and tranquility.

It's wonderful.

A bit brisk, perhaps, but hardly enough
to be concerned about.

Would you mind warming that up a trifle?

Warming time activated.

That's enough.

That's enough.

I said warm it up, not boil it away.

You bumbling incompetent.

If I had any other company here, I'd
have you broken down for spare parts.

By this time, I suppose our band of
pilgrims is either well frozen...

Or they've been devoured by monsters.

I do not have that information.

Well, find out.

Poor fools.

A pathetic ending for a noble
experiment.

My dear friend.

Perhaps we should have a little simple
service for them tomorrow.

Nothing elaborate.

No flowers.

I, of course, will deliver the eulogy.

Simple, but quite dignified.

I have located chariot.

Hopelessly wrecked somewhere, no doubt.

Chariot is in motion.

What a pity.

It would have been a very beautiful...
Oh, eulogy.

Well, perhaps another time.

I wonder what the temperature is out
there right now.

Minus 125 degrees Fahrenheit and
falling.

Must be some way of getting me warmed
up.

Warming circuits activated.

Warming circuit.

Warming circuits.

No, not me, you idiot. I don't warm that
way.

Cease and desist.

What are you doing?

I told you to stop.

Deactivate. Cease. That is not of my
making.

Awesome display.

Mother Nature at her mightiest.

Unfortunately, the Robinsons will have
to enjoy it at closer quarters.

Perhaps I should prepare that eulogy
after all.

Outside temperature now 104 degrees
below zero Fahrenheit.

Can't even get that right, can you?

104 below.

It was that an hour ago. You mean 124
below.

Outside temperature, 104 below
Fahrenheit.

Correction.

Ah, I told you.

Oh, my friend, you've lost your touch
completely.

Outside temperature, 98 degrees below
zero and rising.

Rising? It's true.

The temperature is going up.

Affirmative. Going up.

That means I won't freeze. After all,
I'll be all right.

But why?

What's the reason? Data on the orbit of
this planet.

This is the same nonsense you tried to
palm off on me before.

Recommend you review data on Sun.

Well, well, well.

My dear friend, somewhere in your busy
little memory cells is a command I once

gave you.

Eliminate all unnecessary personnel at
the earliest opportunity.

Precisely.

Well, you can forget those orders now.

This little scrap of information makes
them totally useless.

Our little band of pioneers won't
trouble us any longer.

Rather a dreadful way to die.

But that's a pioneer's life.

Scanner read.

Black.

No sign of a shoreline?

Nope, nothing.

Well, give us a temperature check.

That's funny.

It's not as low as it was.

Not by a long shot.

Well, we are heading south, aren't we?

Yeah, but we're not that far south yet.

The temperature's risen 30 degrees in
the last hour. It's a little above zero

now. Well, the cold season just started.

Yeah, but if winter comes, can spring be
far behind?

Well, speaking of springs, I think we
just broke one.

No, look at the seismograph. That was an
Earth tremor.

You know, I'm beginning to think we
should have stayed back in the

We did the only thing we could.

Don't tell me what's going on back
there, huh?

I suppose you're right.

No, you were right.

Do you have to stand there and gloat?

Of course that tiresome family will be
wiped out.

Well, good riddance.

Aren't you going to offer any comments
at all?

Say something.

Outside temperature plus 30 degrees
Fahrenheit and rising.

I could get more companionship from a
cuckoo clock.

You'd beat me in three moves.

By this time, they should be well out of
this valley.

I wonder how much longer they have to
live.

Of course, if someone gave them a
warning of what was about to happen.

Minor earthquake.

Value.

3 .2.

Epicenter. 1 ,400 yards.

Bearing.

Indeterminate.

That does it.

I'm going to warp it.

Jupiter to the chariot.

Come in, chariot.

Come in.

A few minutes ago, it was pitch black.

It's a strange planet.

I thought for sure we'd have three or
four more hours before dawn.

Across the ice.

And it's morning.

Hey, and it's not cold anywhere either.

Mom, we're starved. When are we going to
stop for breakfast?

I don't know. We'll see what your father
says.

John? We'll stop in a few minutes. I
want to make some observations anyway.

Good.

Hey, do you hear that?

Yeah.

I'll raise the antenna.

Smith.

What's the matter with the radio?

We're getting some sort of cosmic
interference.

Smith, this is Major West.

What do you want?

I can't hear you.

Well, we're getting a lot of cosmic
interference.

Get to the point, Smith.

You must have turned to the spaceship at
once.

This cosmic interference is just the
first signs of... Now, why should we

back? So you can get out of the crack of
this with that robot of yours?

Why do you want to save your own...

On the contrary, I'm attempting to save
your miserable necks.

Turn back at once before it's too late.

You're in terrible danger. You've got to
believe me.

Smith, this is Robinson.

Now, why on earth should we believe you?

May I remind you, my dear sir, that we
are no longer on earth.

Oh, that's very clever.

And unless you turn around and come back
now, you won't survive another hour.

What would he make of that?

Well, I don't know. He sounds really
worried.

You don't suppose he... The only thing I
suppose is that he's an expert at

sounding that way.

And I wouldn't trust him as far as I
could throw one of those giants.

Let me have it.

Smith, this is West again.

Nice try.

Give us a call again sometime.

Over and out.

Well, it wouldn't have done any harm to
listen to what he had to say.

Smith!

Smith, this is Robinson. Can you hear
me?

Well, whatever it was, it went down.

Hello, chariot.

Can you hear me?

Listen to me.

Hello.

Lame -brained, misbegotten skeptics. Now
they'll all die.

We don't need them, do we?

Outside temperature, 59 degrees,
Fahrenheit and rising.

I've known people to make conversation
about the weather, but this is

ridiculous.

How pretty, how do you do this is?

Stranded on an alien planet.

No one with whom to exchange
intellectual ideas.

No one to talk to except this animated
weather station.

And I can't even beat him at chess.

Maybe they'd listen to you.

You have the sort of open face people
seem to trust.

Why not?

My dear friend, how would you like to
take a little walk? Say, 70 or 80 miles?

I have a message for the Robinsons. A
special delivery message.

And how much did Debbie have?

Well, she was awfully hungry, aren't she
was?

Well, come on now. We better hurry up
and do these dishes.

We've got a big day tomorrow. We need
all the fleek we can get.

Come on, it doesn't feel as cold as it
did. It's practically too warm for a

fire. Oh, you're right about that.

The temperature's rising rapidly.

You know, I've got a feeling this
stuff's got a message for us.

We could only read it. What is it?

Well, it's just a piece of vegetation.

We found lots of this frozen solid in
the ground. Well, it looks as though

been charred. It has.

Burned and then frozen?

Well, that doesn't make sense, does it?

Darling, very little on this planet
makes sense. By our standard.

Yuck!

Matter of life and death.

Now, what's that doing here?

I don't know.

Matter of life and death.

Every time Smith turns that robot loose,
it spells trouble.

Why should this time be any different?

You could have waited, Don.

We always had our later.

Look, his tape replay circuits were on.

I bet he was bringing us a message
before.

Now we'll never know.

Son, Major West did what he thought was
right.

But he wasn't right, was he?

We'll talk about that some other time.

Where's Dad?

He's been working most of the night on
that tin monster.

Hey, you're pretty fond of that robot,
aren't you?

Did he fix him?

Why don't you go ask him?

Is he all fixed?

Was he bringing us a message?

Yes, I pulled this tape from him just
now.

It's quite a message.

I hope you're not going to pay attention
to anything from that robot.

We'd better.

This is orbital data on this planet.

Whose data?

Smith's.

It explains everything.

The terrible cold and the sudden rise in
temperature.

Here, look.

Here's this planet.

This is its sun.

Now, the orbit of this planet is nothing
like the Earth's orbit.

It's a flat ellipse.

And the sun isn't in the center. It's
over here on this leg.

Then we must have been at this end away
from the sun.

That means we're heading back in close
to it now. Is that what Dr. Smith tried

to warn us about?

That's right, Will.

In a matter of hours, we're going to be
in danger of roasting alive.

And there's no time to get back to the
ship. We're going to have to build a

shelter right here.

Do you mean to say you're going to pay
any attention to what Smith says after

all he's done? Who cares what he's done?
These are facts.

Are they? The man's a pathological liar.
Now, what makes you think he's suddenly

reformed? Do you think you'd lift a
finger to save our lives?

Now, we were headed south. I say we keep
going that way.

And you're in no position to give
orders. Oh, but you are.

It's too bad there isn't judgment to go
along with that self -confidence.

Now, that's enough out of you.

Whether you like it or not, I'm going to
try to save your life along with the

others.

We get that shelter rigged now.

Boy, Dad, you really read him out.

Come on, Penny, don't just sit there.
We've got to help put up a shelter.

We, uh... We couldn't help but hear.

I don't know what got into them.

Well, it's bound to happen.

It's bound to happen to all of us.

Here on this hostile planet with danger
everywhere.

Fighting for our lives every moment.

You might be right, but that doesn't
sound like you.

A little crack in my armor, eh?

Well, we all develop a little trouble
with our armor now and then.

I've never seen it in you.

You just saw it now.

I shouldn't have teed off a darn like
that.

It's just that we don't have time for
philosophic discussions. We've got to

that shelter built before that sun comes
blazing over.

All right.

Come on, I'll help you.

Can I help?

Oh, I... You gave me a start.

You gave me something of a start
yourself, back there.

Like father, like daughter. Now it's
your turn. Is that it?

You were the one who started everything.

Can't you ever conceive of your father
being wrong?

Of course. Only this time I don't think
he is.

Oh, I see. Now you're the ultimate
computer.

All the answers at your fingertips.

I don't have any answers right now.

Not for anything.

How much hotter can it get?

I don't dare think about it.

I want you all to stay under these sun
shields.

John.

You can tell me the truth.

How hot will it get?

I've never lied to you before, so I
won't start now.

I just don't know.

Help me get that shield up.

And for your information, we'd have felt
that quake no matter how far we'd gone.

Those faults went all through this area.
Don't bother convincing me. I'm not a

geologist. I'm a pilot. Well, I am a
geologist.

That quick freeze filled those faults
with ice and expanded them.

A sudden thaw produced a slippage.

We're liable to have more quakes.

Let me have it here.

Yeah, now pull it.

Satisfied? Yeah.

Go on, look.

Here it comes.

All right, now get under there. Get in
the center. Stay under the shape.

Head down.

Keep your faces covered.

Cover your head now.

All right. See you tonight.

Here, darling.

Take it slow, slow.

Dad, can I have a drink of water?

All right, darling.

Here.

Now slowly, just drink it slowly.

Don't gulp.

Slow, slow.

That's enough.

Well, yeah And don't you go be there
slowly

Really, going back to the spaceship?

That's all we can do. This cycle of
intense heat and cold is going to repeat

itself, and we want to be ready for it.

Dad!

What's he want?

Make Don stop.

He's taken apart the robot.

That's murder.

All right, I'll see about it.

I know.

You're in command.

But I'm as interested in staying alive
as anyone.

You've got no right to take apart that
robot.

Now, take it easy. It'll go back
together again.

But, Dad.

Now, are you going to let me handle
this?

All right, Don. Why?

That ice we crossed is the full -fledged
sea by now.

If we're going to sail the chariot
across it, I want to make sure

battened down, and that includes this
animated hunk of machinery.

He's not an animated hunk of machinery.

He's a robot.

Now, Don's right about this. It's going
to have to be packed away for the trip.

Go.

I want to get back before dark, so
hurry.

Well, we can't leave right away. No, I
want to break the solar batteries down

and realign them. How long will that
take?

Two hours, maybe more. No dice. We've
got to get out of here.

Another order?

You can take that any way you like.

All right.

But I won't guarantee we get there.

Well, there it is.

The Inland Sea.

Hang on. It's a long way across.

Come on now, kids. Sit down.

Penny, could you get me one of those
protein pills, please? Oh, Mom gave us

last one just before we started out. I'm
sorry, dear.

We have some coffee pills. Shall I heat
one for you? No, I'm not about to fall

asleep.

Well, if we're not on Mars, you tell us
where we are. I don't know if we're sure

yet. We might even be on Cerberus.

landfall.

...passed through the fury of the inland
sea and once more reached the safety of

land.

The onslaught of the blazing sun had
turned the frozen wastes on this side of

the sea into a weird tropical paradise.

Far ahead, across the miles of barren
terrain, lies the safety of our

But before we continued, it seemed only
right, after having survived the

incredible dangers of the past few days,
that we stop and give thanks.

Robinson alive?

Impossible.

I guess I owe you an apology.

What for?

You know what for.

If I'd have allowed you to realign those
solar batteries.

Forget it. We got back, didn't we?

Sure we got back.

You two aren't angry anymore?

How do I look angry?

Don.

You nearly got killed back there.

Was it because my dad wouldn't let you
realign the batteries? Now, where did

get an idea like that?

Hmm?

No, it was just what I said.

A loose connection.

Oh. Then my dad was right?

He's the boss, isn't he?

Yeah.

We are now once more safely encamped at
the spaceship, at least momentarily

secure from the extremes of heat and
cold, as well as the violent electric

storms that characterize this remote and
unidentified planet.

Although I have encouraged Will to try
to make radio contacts, all attempts so

far have been unsuccessful, and the
supreme question has now become one of

whether we can survive.

you expect me to hear if anything's
coming in with all that going on?

Be it ever so humble,

there's no place like home.

If you think that was applause, you're
wrong.

It sure was creepy music.

Apparently, you're not as sensitive to
the finer things as I am, young man.

The only home you and your family ever
had was probably the ready room on a

launching pad.

It's getting closer.

Closer or not, it sure is messing up my
reception.

Reception? Is that what you call a sound
and fury which signifies nothing?

You should know better than to have the
radio on during a storm, Will. But I

thought I was getting something.

You can try again in the morning.

It isn't safe to keep it open with a
storm of this severity.

Not safe?

Why?

What could happen?

Well, when it's tuned this high, you
could very easily bring one of those

lightning bolts crashing down on us.

At normally high wavelengths, coupled
with the electrical storm, produce a

homing signal.

Homing signal?

Then anything out there could home in on
us?

Anything at all?

Well, that's hardly likely. With the
exception of those lightning bolts, I

think there's anything out there within
light years of us.

How do you know what's out there?

A deadly runaway missile? Some sort of
alien monstrosity just waiting to swoop

down on us?

Well, in that case, Dr. Smith, might I
suggest that you man your post

the night?

Because I'm going to bed.

Come on, child.

There! There!

You wouldn't believe me, but there it
is!

It's a missile, and it's headed straight
for us.