All language subtitles for lost_in_space_s01e09_the_oasis

Last week, as you recall, a blistering
wave of heat had settled over our space

family's campsite, along with a strange,
unearthly silence.

Well, one thing, once we get this water
conversion unit insulated, we won't have

to worry about evaporation.

Do you hear anything?

Don and Judy to come in now. Lunch is
almost ready. Yes, ma 'am.

I'll get a lever. Stay there.

Hurry!

Hurry!

Can you... Can you move it?

to slide your foot out.

Can I help?

Yeah.

Get his boot.

Although we've survived the earthquake,
and Major West's injuries have

fortunately proved to be minor, the
eccentric orbit of this hostile planet

now confirmed our fears that its sun
would soon be a pitiless enemy.

The land shrivels under its blinding
heat, and the conservation of water has

become our gravest problem.

Did you get a reading on the outside
temperature, Dad? Yes, it's dropped two

degrees. That's good. What's good about
145 instead of 147?

It might just as well have stayed where
it was.

Now, Penny, you make that move, you lose
the Big Dipper.

That's no fair telling her what to do.

You didn't have to tell me. I knew it
myself.

I'll bet. Well, it was on my mind.

Okay, kids, stop arguing and let's get
on with the game.

By watch, that Big Dipper belongs to me.

It does not, Will.

I'm not going to play with a bunch of...
Cheaters. Oh, now, come on. Now, stop

this bickering.

John, do you think it would be all right
if we made an exception and gave them

their water ration now?

Sure.

There we are now.

Water break.

Now, don't gulp it.

Make it last.

Can it be fixed?

I doubt it.

It's just as badly corroded as the
others.

Well, exactly how many does that leave
in operation?

One, and that's it.

Rate of flow, one fluid minimum every 20
seconds. Not enough to moisten a

toothbrush.

I wouldn't plan on putting a swimming
pool in this season.

When's the last time you checked the
storage tank?

Last night.

We're down to 24 gallons.

On our present rate of consumption, that
leaves us about a 14 -day supply.

I'm not allowing for evaporation. Do you
have to be so good at arithmetic?

We can't stay at this peak heat forever.

Fact or prediction?

Little of both, I guess.

Well, in that case, until we know which
way this crazy planet's going to jump, I

suggest we cut the water rations now.

Now, before we do that, I think we'd
better check the tank and see what we

do about reducing evaporation.

Okay.

How much did you say was in this tank?

24 gallons.

Two gallons?

You're right.

That doesn't leave us much more than a
24 -hour supply.

No sign of a leak here.

The water couldn't have just evaporated
overnight.

Where's the ticket?

Locked in my desk.

Let's make sure.

Orbit, for taking a shower at a time
like this. I couldn't wait another day.

was losing precious body fluids, besides
feeling very icky.

How much is left in the tank?

He got it all.

There wasn't much to begin with. And my
hair is still soaking. I hope it falls

out in bunches. That remark is uncalled
for, Major. Don't you realize what

you've done? You've washed your grubby
hide in what is practically the last of

our drinking water. How did you get it
out of the tank?

Did you steal the spigot? I did not.

I use suction. Well, that's how you
sneak gas out of cars when you were a

teenager. I was never a teenager in your
sense of the word. Well, I hope not,

because I'd owe all of them an apology
if you were. Look here now. Now, just a

minute.

Get your clothes on.

I want everyone present at the ship in a
meeting in five minutes.

Oh,

shut up.

That does not compute.

but all we can hope to get from our
conversion unit is an extra pint a day.

Now, that, with the little we have left
in the storage tanks, means that unless

we find a new supply of water, we're
going to have to be taking our water in

little less than medicinal doses from
now on.

Thanks to Dr. Smith.

Well, maybe he didn't realize the full
seriousness of what he was doing.

Thank you, dear lady. I'm glad someone
here understands.

John, where do you suggest we start
looking?

There might be some water deep down in
those caves.

Now, the minute I found out that our
orbit was changing, I checked them.

bone dry.

Here, I've got the chart.

Now, there was a stream that ran all
through this bottom land before it dried

up.

If we can follow its course, we might
locate the underground water table that

fed it, if it's still there.

Splendid idea. I wonder why we didn't
think of it before.

Now, there's another thing.

We can only follow this course in the
daylight.

And on this heat, that could be
dangerous.

I'm sure you'll find it. I'll be rooting
for you.

Where are you going?

To my cabin to start rooting.

Oh, you'll join us on the march with a
bucket in each hand, just like the rest

of us.

Poor Debbie, she's so thirsty.

Dear, she'll have to wait for her water
ration just the way the rest of us do.

John, this riverbed is as dry as a bone.

Yeah, I'm afraid we're going to have to
work our way further upstream.

Everybody all right back there?

I feel dreadful.

What's the matter?

Do you know what it means when your
joints creak and your ribs grind against

sternum? No, what does it mean, Dr.
Smith?

Imminent and total dehydration, that's
all. I can't go another step.

I guess you're a little too old for this
kind of a hike.

I'm not that old, young man. It's just a
simple case of bodily deprivation.

Why don't you rest here until we get
back?

I doubt whether I can last that long.

John, may I give him his water ration?

Sure.

Here you are, Dr. Smith.

Oh, thank you, dear lady.

Could I have another?

Dr. Smith?

You'll feel better now.

I doubt it.

Try to make it back to camp if you can.

But don't expect to find any water
there. The little you left us is hidden,

good. Good luck, Dr. Smith.

Come on, Debbie.

You need a distilling plant as big as a
refinery to get anything drinkable out

of this.

Oh, look.

There's something floating to the
surface.

Anyone? Space papaya?

Mangoes?

That.

How do you like that?

Oh, boy.

Smells kind of piney.

There must be hundreds of them down
there.

Enough to help us with our water
problem?

Well, if they're edible.

And don't your children eat any of them
now.

I'll get a couple more and we'll run a
test of them back on the ship.

Have you seen anything unusual?

Nothing but pineapple sherbets so far.

But don't any of you get any ideas of
eating this stuff yet?

How long will it be before you know
they're good to eat, Dad?

We'll have to run an incubation test on
it first. Oh, I'd say 12, 36 hours.

They sure look tempting.

Oh, we forgot about Dr. Smith.

Yes, isn't it a relief?

What do you mean, Judy?

To be able to forget about him.

Maybe I'd better go see how he feels.

Dr. Smith?

Well, that's strange. John, I was sure
he'd come back here.

The way he walks, he's probably still on
his way.

Maybe I better go up and watch for him.
May I?

Sure, go ahead.

You didn't have to do that. There's
plenty more.

How many of these have you eaten?

It was only my second. And I must say,
it's delicious. A very exotic flavor.

Now, you needn't worry. There's plenty
for everyone. Just don't worry at all

about it. But you don't understand.

This fruit hasn't been tested. It might
be... Maybe what?

Tell me.

Poisonous. Oh, why couldn't you have
waited?

Poison.

You say poison?

What's going on now? He's been eating
this fruit.

Don't you ever pay attention to rules?

It was lying right here on this table.

I was hungry and thirsty. How was I to
know that you... You.

You left it there deliberately.

You wanted me to eat it.

Why, that's ridiculous, Smith. We just
found that fruit. If you hadn't left us,

you'd have known that.

You took advantage of the way I felt to
plant them there.

You knew they'd be the first thing I'd
see.

That's not true.

This is your revenge on me for using
your drinking water to take a shower?

That's crazy, Smith.

Is it?

I know how you all feel about me.

Another mouth to feed, another thirst to
quench.

Oh, yes.

Let's get rid of him. This is our
chance.

That's the way your evil minds worked,
wasn't it?

No!

It's begun.

I can feel it.

It's churning in my blood.

All right, we'll get you out of here.
Oh, stay away from me!

Oh, leave me alone!

Oh!

John, isn't there something we can give
him to neutralize it?

Maybe. If we knew exactly what it was we
wanted to neutralize.

Until I can get a reading on that
culture, I wouldn't know what to try on

Now, all we can do now is wait for some
recognizable symptoms to appear.

Inflamed.

Idiot, dolt.

Caught like a mouse with a piece of
poison cheese.

Where were you, doctor?

Where was your mind?

Oh, how could I let them do this to me?

So much to live for, so much. And now...

But I won't die alone.

Oh, no.

They'll pay for this with their lives.

I don't hear him moaning anymore.

Do you think that he's... Your mother's
going to see if he's all right. She

thought he might not feel so hostile
towards her.

John?

He's not in his cabin and he's not
anywhere in the ship.

He must have been so frightened that he
just ran away to die.

Don't say it.

Smith!

Doctor?

Dr. Smith?

Dr. Smith?

Dr. Smith?

Doctor? Doctor?

Let's start back. Maybe the others have
found him. I guess so.

It's hopeless to go on with the search
now.

We'll start again when it's daylight.

We never should have left him alone.

If you remember, he wasn't a league of a
company.

Well, apparently he was well enough to
take a few things with him before he

left.

Like what?

Shoulder pack, shaving articles.

That's a good sign.

But he had no water. How will he stay
alive?

Well, it's still possible the fruit gave
him no more than a bad stomachache.

When he wears off and he gets thirsty
enough, he'll be back.

But what if it really poisoned him?

And he's sure we did it deliberately.

Look, Judy, we can't help what he
thinks.

Now, he knew as well as we do that we're
not supposed to eat anything we find on

this planet until it's been thoroughly
tested.

But we did leave it lying around. That's
why he must have thought it was safe to

eat. Judy, I'm sure you wouldn't have
eaten anything without finding out if

we're safe or not.

I don't know.

Perhaps if I felt the way Dr. Smith did,
dehydrated and everything, I might

have. No, Judy, you wouldn't have
touched it.

You've had plenty of training in
interplanetary travel like the rest of

for Smith, he's a doctor, and he's had
much more experience than you have.

Now, we're going to do everything we can
to find him and help him. But let's not

fix the blame on something we have no
control over, the drought.

Don, let's check that culture.

Dr. Smith didn't take the robot with
him.

What for?

Company.

Must be awfully lonely out there without
his best friend.

He's out there somewhere.

Maybe dying.

Well, there's nothing we can do about it
now, Judy.

I wish there were.

I can't forgive myself for being so
unkind to him.

Well, I don't like to speak ill of him,
but he wasn't always very likable, you

know.

Only this morning I let him know how I
felt about him using up our water.

I know I hurt his feelings.

Well, that's not important now, dear.

Oh, I wish there were some way of
letting him know how sorry I am.

I wonder if the robot knows where Dr.
Smith is.

Where is Dr.

Smith, robot?

Dr. Smith is a reluctant inhabitant of
this planet.

Dr. Smith wants out.

Dr. Smith is most anxious to return to
Earth.

Dr. Smith is... What'd you do that for?

That's an old tape he made weeks ago
that he forgot to erase.

Dr. Smith and this robot must have had a
very good understanding.

I guess so.

Dr. Smith was a whiz at getting the
robot to do things for him.

He even got him to play my guitar once.

I know he got the robot to do some bad
things once in a while.

But they don't seem so bad now as they
did then.

I wouldn't mind if he came back and
tried something bad again.

Just as long as he came back.

I never thought I'd be saying this.

But you know, Mother, I miss him.

I really miss him.

Well, so do I.

I keep looking toward the door of his
cabin, expecting him to come marching

with a long list of grievances, storming
at us because he thinks we're so

incompetent, and then stomping off in a
huff because we don't pay any attention

to him.

You know, I read somewhere once that
people like Dr. Smith are called

collectors.

Most of them are really very nice when
they're not collecting We'll find him

Cheer

up Debbie you'll get a drink very soon

You'd look so beautiful up there, Skye.

But you'd look more beautiful if you
were all dark with clouds and rain was

falling and filling the lakes and rivers
and the streams.

Not until we find Dr. Smith, though.

My time is short.

But this you must know, a judge.

I have plotted their end as they plotted
mine.

Only theirs will be more lingering than
mine.

These are the last mortal words of one
who, had he

survived, would have transfigured the
universe.

Signed, Zachary Smith.

Are you sure that'll be enough?

We'll see that it is.

You'll keep checking on that culture.
Yes, according to instructions.

Why would he take off like that?

I mean, what does he expect to find out
there?

An emergency hospital?

Well, a bull elephant takes off when he
feels he's going to die.

Likes to leave the herd, be by himself.

Smith was kind of a bull.

All set?

I'm going to hold it.

Has anyone touched this unit in the last
couple of hours?

Well, not that I know of.

Then it must have been that old bull
elephant.

I don't understand.

One good fuel cell's gone. So's a half
pint of water we should have collected.

That fuel cell's not back in operation
by tonight. It'll corrode, just like the

others.

How much do we have in the tank?

Practically nothing.

I think this might be a good time to
start praying for rain.

Come on, Will.

Well, if he came by this way, he
certainly had plenty of energy left for

man.

He won't have enough energy left to swat
a fly when I get through with him. But

he may be dead.

If he is, don't be surprised if I give
up with three loud cheers, Will.

That's kind of cruel, Don.

Now, what do you call stealing out one
good fuel cell, huh?

An act of brotherly love?

Here you go, Don.

No.

I think you need it.

I'd rather stay steamed until we catch
up with our friendly bull elephant.

Alive.

Hand me the radio.

Maureen?

Maureen?

Maureen?

I'm right here, John.

Have you found him?

No, no sign of him yet.

When was the last time you examined the
culture?

Oh, about 30 minutes ago. It was clear.

Well, take another look while I hold.

All right.

John, there's some bacterial motion on
the slide.

Separately or in clumps?

Separately. So far, so good. Unless it
starts clumping in the next reading.

I'll check with you later. Out.

There you go.

All right, let's go.

Is there any change?

Yes.

It's beginning to clump.

If that's what Dad expected, doesn't
that mean it's safe to eat? No, just the

opposite.

I'm going to go take a look at Debbie.

All right, dear.

Mother! Come quickly!

Mother! What's happened to her?

Do you think she knows what's happened
to her?

He's probably aware of something.

Mother, if this happened to Debbie when
she ate that fruit, then... Now, Judy,

don't jump to conclusions.

Don't you think we should tell Dad about
it?

No, he has enough to do now.

We'll just wait until he reports into
us.

At least she seems to be friendly.

Zachary Smith.

But where is he?

Not here.

Unless he found some way to perform a do
-it -yourself burial.

Maybe he buried a fuel cell here.

Well, we'll soon find out.

Wait a minute.

Uh -uh.

Now, what do you think he put on that?

Well, we'll just have to wait till we
get back to camp to find out.

I bet I can guess.

Instructions for some wild goose
treasure hunt. They'll have us looking

fuel cell until we drop dead.

Well, if he buried this here last night,
he can't be too far away. Come on.

Stand where you are!

What do you want?

You came here to watch me die, to gloat?

But I pulled you!

I don't think he realizes what happened
to him.

That's for sure.

He threw that tree like we were half a
mile away.

Let me have the radio.

Maureen.

Maureen. Yes, dear.

We found him.

How is he?

As tall as three men and just about as
strong.

Is she violent?

Playful as a lamb.

Is Dr. Smith coming back with you?

I hope so.

If he'll let us get near him.

I'll check with you later. Out.

I am Zachary Smith.

Dr.

Zachary Smith.

He comes at us with another tree, we'll
all be pulp.

You can't shoot him.

There may not be another choice, Will.

But he may be hungry as well as thirsty.
That's why he's so mad.

Shall I offer him something to eat?

He's more likely to eat you than that
sandwich.

Dr. Smith and I are friends. Let me talk
to him.

All right, Will.

But keep your distance.

Here.

Try and persuade him to come back with
us.

Tell him I want to help him.

And remember this, son.

I'll have my laser on him at all times.

Go.

Hello, Dr. Smith.

I brought you something to eat. A
sandwich.

Sandwich? That's bird seed.

What are you doing standing down there
in that ditch? Come on up.

I'm not in a ditch. I'm on the same
level you are.

Is this another of your Robinson games?

Come up out of there.

Listen, Dr. Smith, you know that fruit
you ate?

You thought it would kill me, didn't
you?

No, sir.

It was just a mistake that it was left
out there.

And I'm sure glad it didn't kill you.

But, well, it did sort of have an effect
on you.

Only temporarily.

I feel fit as a fiddle now.

I'm glad of that, but... But what?

Speak up, boy. What's happened to your
voice?

That fruit you ate, it made you grow.

Grow? Yes, sir.

You're as big as all these trees.

What trees?

These bushes, do you mean?

They're trees, Dr. Smith. They're really
trees.

That can't be.

It's an optical illusion.

That infernal sun up there, it does
things to your vision.

I don't think so, Dr. Smith.

Made me grow, did you say?

Tall as a tree?

Can't be.

It isn't true.

Oh, tell me it isn't true.

Tell me it isn't true.

Gosh, it's not so bad being big.

Think of all the marvelous things you'll
be able to do. My gosh, you'll be able

to get bird's eggs without even
climbing.

What's so marvelous about that?

It's not marvelous to be three times as
tall as anyone else.

It's horrifying.

Oh, I'll never be able to go back to
Earth now.

They'll laugh at me.

They'll put me in a circus sideshow with
the freaks.

We want you to return with us to the
ship. Maybe we can help you.

How?

How can you help a freak?

A sport of nature?

I might as well be dead.

It's better to be big and alive than
average and dead, which we'll all soon

if you don't hand over that fuel cell.

So that's it.

That's the only reason you're here, to
get that fuel cell.

You don't care one bit about me. All you
care about is your own precious skins.

Well, I've listened to whatever your
players can't. Get out! Get out, all of

you, before I smash your little heads!

Get out!

Get

bird's

eggs out of nests without climbing.

Good heavens.

What a fate.

What a terrible fate.

Now, Smith, the doctor, probably knows
more about the action of that fruit on

the pituitary gland than any of us.

But Smith, the victim, he's in a state
of shock.

He couldn't help himself even if he
wanted to.

What's a pituitary gland?

It's a small gland at the base of the
nose.

It controls growth.

And whatever was in that fruit must have
put it out of control.

Smith may be in a state of shock, but
not so deep that he'll tell us what he

with the fuel cell.

Well, in his present condition, a fuel
cell probably doesn't seem very

to him. But it's vital to us. And unless
we get it soon, well, it might just as

well stay where it is.

John, I'd like to go out there to him if
you'd let me.

He probably doesn't want to admit it,
but I think he's a very lonely and a

frightened man right now.

I think it'd be useless to try to reason
with him.

I don't intend to.

All right.

I'll dine and I'll show you the way.

A freak.

A laughing stock.

An acromegalus monster.

I'm awfully glad we found you.

Yes, I know.

To laugh at me, to poke fun at the
freak.

I thought you were above that, Mrs.
Robinson.

Oh, but no one's laughing at you, Dr.
Smith, least of all me.

But you're staring.

That's just as bad.

That's not true at all.

You're still the same person you always
were.

You don't know what it's like to be a
giant.

No bed big enough.

Well, we'll build you one.

No chair.

We'll make one of those, too.

No one to talk to face to face, unless I
squabble.

Well, you're talking to me.

Dr. Smith, I think there's something you
should know.

You're really a very brave man.

Huh? Well, you could say that when you
ate that fruit...

You performed the same kind of heroic
act that men of medicine are remembered

for. You risked your life the way they
risk theirs for the benefit of others.

Come to think of it, I suppose I did.

Of course you did.

And we're very, very proud of you.

Now we want you to come back to the ship
with us.

I suppose I should get that fuel cell
before we go back.

Well, it would be a help.

It's that way.

I think I've caught a cold.

Oh, Dr. Smith.

Oh, the sooner we get you back to the
ship safely, the better.

How long is he going to keep that up?

It's not just Dr. Smith. It's Debbie,
too.

They've both been sneezing most of the
afternoon.

It seems to have affected the nasal
passages as well as the pituitary.

It should start delivering any moment
now.

Yeah, here it comes.

Achoo!

It's working, Dr. Smith. The water
conversion unit is working.

Wonderful. Just wonderful.

Cover my feet, will you?

I think my cold is getting worse.
Certainly, Dr. Smith.

We should get a pint of water apiece
from it every day.

A pint?

I'll use it for eye wash.

For one eye.

while I'm being drenched.

But, Dr. Smith, do you realize what's
happened?

Of course I realize what's happened. But
I'm still being drenched and I'll

probably get pneumonia.

But your back's a normal size.

That's what's important.

Obviously, the effects of simple H2O are
my system.

However, as soon as one of you good
people gets me a cup of hot soup and

something dry to wear...

I might offer up a small prayer of
thanks.

He's been looking all over for you. He
wants you to help him with some work at

the drill site.

Work? But, my dear, I am working.

And just what, may I ask, are you doing?

Sit down, my dear, and I'll show you.

Now then, what do you see up there?

Nothing? Precisely.

But when there is something up there, a
rescue mission perhaps, I'll be the one

to see it and quickly alert the camp.

Oh, Dr.

Smith, you're incredible.

Absolutely incredible.

Indeed.

Don't you ever want to leave this
ghastly planet?

Of course I do.

But it's living in a dream world, Dr.
Smith, to ever think a rescue mission

Earth can ever find us here.

Perhaps not from Earth.

But at this point, I'd welcome any form
of intelligent life that might

conceivably help us.

Hands across outer space, so to speak.

I think I'd better let you get back to
your work.

Oh, yes, yes, my dear.

Eternal vigilance, yes.

Approach of alien object.

Approach of alien object. Do be still.
Can't you see I'm trying to relax?

Another word and I'll remove your power
pack.

Wait for me.