All language subtitles for lost_in_space_s01e12_the_raft

Last week, as you recall, we left Penny
and Will Robinson watching from the

safety of the Jupiter II as the final
moments of a space experiment ticked

An experiment that Will Robinson hoped
might save them all.

All personnel will leave launch pad area
immediately.

All personnel will leave launch pad area
immediately.

Launch pad area clear.

Why can't we watch from outside?

That rocket may be small, but there's
enough hyper -energy fuel in there for a

real blast.

Commence final countdown.

Ten, nine, eight,

seven, six, five, four, three,

two, one, liftoff.

When will the rockets fire?

At 1 ,000 feet automatically.

Is that when the pull of gravity ends?

No, but every bit helps. You're
learning.

What do you mean, learning?

I know all about gravity.

Come on, let's go see what my balloon's
doing to it.

Space probe altitude, 200 feet.

Space probe altitude, 300 feet.

It won't be long now.

Where do you think it'll land?

Shipwrecked sailors don't know where
their notes and bottles land when they

them into the ocean. They just hope
somebody finds them and gets the

Space probe altitude 500 feet.

Space probe altitude 700 feet. It'll
fire any second now.

Space probe altitude 900 feet.

Space probe altitude 1 ,000 feet.

What's holding it?

It's coming.

Space probe out of control.

It's okay, kids.

Looks like the force field saved our
necks.

Well, I think that'll be enough of
shipwreck sailor experiments for one

I don't understand why it didn't fire.

Next time.

There isn't going to be any next time,
Will.

Next time for what, may I ask? Didn't
you hear it?

Hear what?

The explosion.

You people are so busy making noise and
getting exactly nowhere with your

shipbuilding activities that I've
conditioned myself to hear nothing but

dinner bell.

And it is almost that time now, isn't
it, dear lady?

Not for another two hours, Dr. Smith.

The pain.

Well, then, I have time to dictate
another spool or two of my book.

You're writing a book?

I am.

About what?

The Social Psychology of Galactic
Castaways.

Very interesting, Dr. Smith.

I assume that you've settled on a point
of view.

My own, naturally.

Isn't that rather a narrow view, Dr.
Smith?

Not a bit.

I happen to have the gift of seeing
myself as others see me.

And vice versa.

That's confusing.

Especially the vice versa. Is it like
ESP?

It is knowing who are your friends.

And who are your enemies.

Remind me to buy that book.

I might just sue him.

If it ever gets to a publisher.

Go acting.

Castaways, huh?

I'll show him.

Well, we won't be making any noise
around that propulsion unit for quite a

while. What's the trouble?

I was hoarding our fuel like a miser for
all the good it did me. We're fresh

out. Well, how did that happen?

I wonder.

Smith, get out here.

Stand it, Wade. I'm in the middle of a
sentence.

It'll be a death sentence if you don't
get out here right away.

Really?

Have you no consideration for a man's
creative process?

All right, my friend.

What did you do with it?

Do with what? Don't try any evasions.

Where did you hide the fuel that was in
that chamber?

What are you talking about?

Do I have to beat it out of you?

Smith, if you know where it is, you'd
better tell us.

I don't know, and that's the truth.
You're asking for it, Smith.

Stop it!

I think I know what happened to that
fuel.

I must have used more than I realized on
my... The shipwrecked sailor

experiments.

I guess so.

Sorry, Dr. Smith.

Oh, no.

Which makes us galactic castaways
forever.

Oh, John, you mustn't go on blaming Will
for it. He wasn't being destructive. He

was only trying to help.

Well, I'm not blaming him. I just wish
he'd leave things alone and let Don and

me take care of getting us out of here.

All right, I know.

We haven't been doing a very good job
ourselves.

Well, you're doing the impossible.

You're keeping us alive.

Maureen.

What do you know about the fourth state
of matter?

The fourth state.

And there's gas, solid, liquid, and...
Plasma.

Plasma. Like blood plasma.

Well, in a way, except that it can be
extracted from ionized nuclei and

electrons.

Now, our problem is to expand the plasma
process long enough so we can get

enough power for our purposes.

I see.

No, you don't.

I'm not sure that Don and I do either.

But if we succeed, we're going to come
up with something like that biblical

cruise of oil.

An endless supply?

Of what?

Propellant. Enough to take us anywhere
in this galaxy.

All

right.

Turn on that plasma test engine.

Fire when ready.

Oh,

John.

Oh, that's marvelous.

Marie.

You know something?

One of these days we're going to witness
a perfect liftoff.

Our own.

Well, then I guess it would be all right
to say now that I never really did like

this place.

Oh, but I'll bet you'll miss it when we
go.

You want to bet?

Come on, let's go tell Dr. Smith. Oh,
Penny.

He might not be too happy about it.

Why not?

Well, it means he won't get a chance to
finish that book he's writing.

Oh, no.

The night sky is always so beautiful.

No matter where you are.

It's more beautiful if you've chosen
where you are.

Have you chosen?

Well, if it works, and we could get the
Jupiter II into space, there is one

place we should try for.

Alpha Centauri.

Yes.

That always was our destination.

All opposed?

All in favor?

And strange though it may seem to the
dweller on our bounteous and hospitable

earth... The galactic castaway is likely
to be afflicted by a form of insanity

which distorts his values and urges him
to prefer the hostile and uncharted

wastes of deep space to the comfort and
security of Earth.

In the case history of the family R, for
example, a family which it has been my

lot to observe scientifically at first
hand, we have the absurd and utterly

illogical resolve to continue on a
voyage into space which can only end...

in even worse disasters than these they
have already endured.

In instances such as these, it is force
alone which can help galactic castaways

recover their sanity.

There.

Splendid, Zachary.

Splendid use of the language, as always.

Let them go wherever...

before they've taken me home.

You're the hardest -working astronaut
I've ever met.

And plumber, gas station attendant,
fixer -upper, and radio announcer.

Oh, and you're not such bad company,
either.

Well, I'm sorry I'm not better company
tonight.

Maybe when we get going.

All right.

When we do.

Is there any doubt?

Oh, I don't know. This propulsion unit
has to be tested at minimum thrust

I can take a chance on feeding it enough
to get us off.

Oh, when will that be?

We might try it in the morning.

I'm sure it's going to be all right,
Don.

No one goes any closer to the ship than
where they are now until you get a

clearance from the flight deck.

Is that understood?

Are all these time -wasting tests and
precautions really necessary?

Why can't we simply lift off and be done
with it?

We'd be back on Earth before you can say
John Robinson.

Dr. Smith, in the first place, testing
is not time -wasting, as you would

readily admit if you were not so
impatient.

In the second place, our destination is
definitely not Earth.

I see.

Well, it is mine.

After you've dropped me off, you people
are free to roam at will wherever you

please. I shall be happy to discuss the
proper arrangements.

There's nothing to discuss.

The Jupiter II's destination is Alpha
Centauri.

End of discussion.

Indeed.

We'll test for power and then thrust.

First the yaw and retro rockets, then
the main thrusters.

Full power?

I'm afraid not, Will.

Not enough to lift us higher than the
belly of an ant.

All systems go.

Your wishful thinking's showing.

No, just the power systems go.

I'm sorry, but I'm a little bit shaky
about this one.

So am I.

Power on.

Phase cycle 400 and steady.

Check. We'll hold it there.

How does it sound to you?

Music.

Flip -fire on starboard. Coming up.

Hold your breath.

We'll try a two -second stretch on retro
now.

I'm going to recommend that our
astronauts be given the order of merit

get back to Earth.

We're not going back to Earth, Dr.
Smith.

Don't be stubborn, my boy.

I think they're going to test the main
thrusters now.

Advancing face cycle to 1 ,000.

Ready.

And waiting.

Worked all right up to 800 cycles. Oh,
that's great. That gets us about six

off the ground. There's got to be some
way we can increase the power.

What's that supposed to mean? Your
persistence is admirable, Major, but

competence is non -existent.

How would you like a punch in the nose?

I even question your ability to do that.
Just a minute. Hold on.

Dr. Smith, right now morale is very low
around here. We don't need any cracks

from you to make it worse.

If you haven't anything constructive to
say, keep your mouth shut.

I'm sorry.

Perhaps I was just a little subtle for
Major West's intelligence.

There was nothing subtle in what you
said, Dr. Smith.

Perhaps I'd better explain.

I was merely trying to goad him into
proving how competent he really is.

Yeah?

Well, if that's the way you treat
galactic castaways in your book, you'll

only one who ever reads it. That remains
to be seen once you get us off this

obnoxious planet.

Can you give me any idea when that's
likely to be? Once we make some more

I'll let you know.

Dad?

You know those baby rockets I sent up
with those SOS messages?

Well, how can I ever forget those?

Well, couldn't we build a small space
vehicle and float it up on a balloon?

maybe there'd be enough plasma fuel to
get it out into space.

Kind of like people who are shit
-wrecked building a raft.

And it'd be a lot more difficult than
that.

Anything we made would have to be
completely airtight and be able to stand

tremendous acceleration.

The reactor chamber.

Sure, the reactor chamber. Maybe we
could pull it out of the engine room and

rebuild it.

How big would that be?

Big enough for one. Maybe two.

Oh, two. By all means, two.

You and I, Major.

I can't think of a more useless payload
than having you along, Dr. Smith.

Are you really going to do it?

Why not?

And fly it?

Well, I don't see anyone issuing any
orders, so I guess I'll volunteer.

The contamination gear check?

All set.

You ready?

Go.

I still get a slight reading on the
Geiger counter.

Give it another shot.

That did it.

Well, Professor, would you like to be
the first to step aboard the SS space

raft?

Your first possible fix will be Procyon.

The spectrometer will give you an
automatic check.

And if it is Procyon, the IGS will take
you to Earth from there.

And while all this is happening, I'll be
playing solitaire.

If you take me along, we can play chess.

Oh, now, Will, we've been through all
that.

Can't blame a guy for trying.

And we'll more than likely lose contact
with you within the first 30 minutes of

your flight.

Well, that's only if I accelerate at
full power, though, right? Well, I think

it's vital you do.

My calculations for Procyon are based on
that.

Anything else?

Well, you've got about 14 hours before
liftoff.

I suggest you sleep through every one of
them.

And miss breakfast?

Don.

Well,

there may not be time to say very much
in the morning, but I'm not going to

embarrass you by saying very much right
now.

But I do want you to know how we all
feel.

And... Until we see you again, you won't
be out of our thoughts and our prayers

for a moment.

Thanks.

I take it that you're thoroughly
familiar with what is necessary to

bag of wind out there.

Thoroughly familiar with bag of wind
right here.

Do you mean me?

Affirmative. Very funny.

Do you or do you not know how to release
that balloon?

Affirmative. Now, what does that mean?

Affirmative expresses agreement with the
two terms of a proposition in logic.

Spare me your flip remarks.

Do you know how to cut loose that
vehicle on command?

Affirmative. Let me see.

Suppose we use the command, cast off.

How would that be?

What are you doing? Let me go, you
ninny. You're hurting me.

Really?

I didn't meet so vivid a demonstrational
boy.

In an hour or so, you and I have an
appointment.

The light was on, so I... Oh, well, I
couldn't sleep.

Sit down.

Judy.

I'm not sure I'll be able to say goodbye
to you in the morning.

Why not?

It might be too difficult.

Oh, I thought I'd better say goodbye to
you now.

With this.

But don't open it now.

Thanks. May I know what it is?

The tape I made.

But don't listen to it more than once.

It might get monotonous.

I'll let you know when I get back.

You'll be back.

Off -permative.

Oh.

Boy, what I wouldn't give to be in
there.

Will, don't call out, my boy.

Everything's perfectly all right.

Dr. Smith, what are you doing in there?

Come in, I'll tell you all about it.

This ship is supposed to be off...
limits to everyone but Dad and Don.

How'd you get past the robot?

The robot?

Ah, yes, the robot.

Well, you don't suppose he could let me
in without raising a fuss if I didn't

have permission for Major West?

To do what?

Well, what do you suppose a man in my
position would be asked to do?

Well, check on the life support system,
I guess.

Precisely, and that's exactly what I was
doing when you arrived.

Is everything okay?

In perfect order. One minor check of the
reserve.

Atmospheric system, and everything will
be ready for cast -off. You said cast

-off!

Don't do that! We've got to let them
know!

There's nothing they can do except shoot
us down, and I don't think they'd do

that. No, I'm afraid we may be at the
mercy of space.

Unless, of course, we get back to Earth,
where our instruments are automatically

set to take us. I believe.

As much as Will wanted to go, I just
can't believe he'd take off like that.

if it was Smith's idea, Will shouldn't
have gone along with it.

I don't know how it happened, but it's
possible he had no choice.

Well, it doesn't matter who was
responsible.

The important thing now is, will they be
safe?

Well, if they keep it on the automatic
control and don't change the setting,

they'll have the same chance that I'd
have had.

And if something goes wrong?

Well, they have their backup systems.

Maureen, Will was in on every phase of
its construction.

Now, I've got to trust him to know what
to do in an emergency.

Oh, I just wish he'd radioed and let us
know that they're all right.

They're probably too far out by now.

I'll try and reach him again.

All right, please, let's...

Jupiter 2?

Do you read me, Jupiter?

Signal if you do read me, Jupiter 2.

Please, Jupiter.

Naughty, naughty.

I'm your commander and I've ordered
radio silence.

As your commander, I could clap you in
irons for disobedience.

Some commander. You don't know that
gyroscope from a flux gate.

The use and identification of hardware
can be safely left to the nuts and bolts

mentality of space mechanics like Major
West.

As a commander, my concern is
objectives, not objects.

I was just trying to let them know that
I was all right. I don't want them to

worry about me.

Commendable, but entirely unnecessary.

I guess you enjoy knowing that they're
worried.

Certainly not.

Besides, why should they worry?

This vehicle was designed, built, and
set for a journey to Earth

We're doing exactly what Major West
would have done.

I'd rather be with my folks.

I won't stand in your way.

As soon as we've landed, you can be a
passenger on the first ship back.

I could do with a bite to eat. Will,
could you reach me a sandwich?

What's that?

I don't know, but it's coming in awful
fast.

Let's get away from it.

If I do that, it'll change our course
and we'll never get anywhere.

What'll we do now?

We?

I thought you were the commander.

I appoint you first officer. Take over,
Mr. Robinson, and I rely on you to get

us away from whatever that is on the
double.

Over there.

It's a planet.

A planet?

We're headed straight toward it.

Oh, no.

Oh, don't just sit there. I couldn't
bear to be trapped on another one of

dismal...

Well, it couldn't be.

It isn't possible.

What isn't possible, Doctor?

Well, that's Earth.

Look, the American continent.

It couldn't be Earth. We haven't been
traveling long enough.

Nonsense. Who knows how long we were
asleep or how fast we were traveling for

that matter.

I don't recognize any of those stars or
any other planets in the solar system.

Obviously, we're traveling too fast. We
whizz right past them.

Look, Will.

The Great Lakes.

We've automatically homed for Earth.

That's exactly what we're going to do.
Land on Earth.

Look sharp, Mr. Robinson.

Prepare for landing and make it soft.

my own native soil. Why not?

Because we're not sure it is your native
soil until we've checked out its

atmosphere. All right, my boy.

Go play with your toy.

We've got plenty of oxygen and nitrogen.

Naturally. We're on Earth.

It doesn't look like anything I've ever
seen.

I can only be sure.

But then if we are on Earth, the first
thing to do is contact Alpha Control.

And spoil the fun we'd have walking in
on them unannounced?

My dear boy, where is your sense of
drama?

fragrance of home.

Do you know where we are?

In the Dakotas or Wyoming by the look of
things, Badlands country. We'll pack a

small lunch and we'll head south. Now
let's see which way would that be.

That way, if this is really Earth.

Trust your dear Dr. Smith, my boy, I
know every inch of this country.

The Continental Divide there, the Great
Missouri River to the north, Pikes Peak

to the south.

We'll head for the nearest highway and
thumb a ride to the first comfortable

hotel. I'll go pack lunch. Good.

We should have come to a highway by now.
We've been walking for hours.

This is a big country, my boy. Much of
it still as it was when the buffalo

roamed this prairie.

I've never seen anything like that on a
prairie.

We don't have plants like that on Earth.

And we haven't seen anything in the sky.

Not even a bird or a mosquito.

Just that.

A harmless but overgrown specimen of the
common or garden variety of skunk

cabbage. Right now, I'd be happy just to
see a skunk.

Dr. Smith, I don't think we're on Earth
at all.

You're just a bit nervous, my boy.

Or perhaps a bit of space sickness after
our ride.

I'll prescribe something for you when we
get to a drugstore.

It isn't space sickness, Doctor.

Then what is it?

Homesickness, I guess.

But this is home.

Suppose it's not.

Suppose it's just another unknown planet
like the one my parents are on.

That means you and I are the only ones
here and we'll have to go on living here

forever, maybe.

I'll probably live a bit longer than you
because I'm not as old as you are.

Bully for you.

But until then, you're the only person I
can rely on.

Do you mind?

Do I mind what?

Well, watching out for me like you were
my father.

Seeing that I don't get into trouble and
that I don't forget to eat or get lost

or something.

Do you mean you actually want me?

To look after you?

I don't have anyone else, Doctor.

I'm sure you'd be pretty good at it.

Do you really think so?

Of course, I haven't had too much
experience with children.

It usually comes natural to a grown -up
when there's someone young around.

I suppose it does.

I never really thought about it.

Don't.

Don't what?

Think about it. Just sort of roll with
the punches.

I understand.

If you're tired, I can carry you
piggyback.

Thanks, but I guess I can make it on my
own.

Good boy. Come along.

Dr. Smith, I don't think this leads
anywhere.

We're going south, aren't we?

I guess so. Then all we have to do is
keep going. It can't be more than a mile

or two to the first signs of human
habitation.

There's a population explosion here,
remember?

Doesn't look like it exploded anywhere
near here.

Well, seems as though we've come to a
dead end.

Never mind. We all make mistakes. We'll
detour around it.

I'm sure someone's receiving us.

I can't get anything out of them but
that steady call signal. Well, try voice

again.

This is Jupiter 2.

This is Jupiter 2. Do you hear me?

This is Jupiter 2. Come in, please.

This is Jupiter 2. Can you hear me?

What is your position?

It must be on this planet. But where?

Don, get the flying belt. Check the area
north of the ship.

Maureen and I will cover the south area
in the chariot. Right.

I know it's foolish to think this, but I
keep hoping that it is, Will.

I hope we all remain that way.

Just foolish enough to believe that it
is, Will.

Have you cut through yet?

I can't even make a dent in it.

Here, it's your turn.

No wonder. The edge is blunted.

It wasn't when I started. That's stuff
like Durasteel.

There's only one way out of this. We'll
have to tunnel under.

With our bare hands?

Certainly not.

Start with this.

You got us into this mess hijacking that
spaceship.

You start.

Read me. Come in. Will.

Will? Will?

Will?

Will, come in if you hear me.

Answer it if you hear me.

place needs is someone to do a little
work on it.

I'll bet if we cultivated these vines
and weeded them and everything, they'd

begin to get moist and soft and we could
get out.

Gratitude is not a characteristic of
vegetable matter, my boy.

It's a form of life, and even if it
can't speak, it knows what's good for

I am interested only in what is good for
Zachary Smith.

You're telling me.

Indeed.

Do you have the bottle opener? Get on
with the tunnel.

You may be right about vegetable matter
not being grateful, Doctor.

Of course I'm right.

I don't know what kind of vegetable
matter these vines are made of, but the

they hemmed us in, it looks as if they
want us to stay and take care of this

place forever.

That's certainly not what we want, is
it?

Continue digging the tunnel.

Open transmitter out there.

Now, there must be some way to zero in
on it.

Otherwise, we could go on searching like
this for days.

We only had some kind of portable RDF
gear.

We could get a fix on it by
triangulation.

Say, wait a minute.

How about the space theodolite?

We ought to be able to get some kind of
direction signal from that.

We might be able to.

I'll get it out and take it out to the
point with me. I'll call you from there

if I get any kind of a fix at all. All
right.

I guess I was right.

That bush creature wants us to stay here
and take care of his place.

But those flowers are beautiful.

They're an abomination.

So is that bushman, whatever you call
him.

I wish he'd show himself so I could find
out what he expects of us. A lifetime

of labor in his vineyards, then death, I
suppose.

One thing for sure.

If he expects us to stay here, these
berries had better be good to eat.

Like cranberries. I guess we could live
on these a long time. That is, until we

find something else to grow. Have some.

No, thanks.

I guess I wouldn't mind staying here a
while. A couple weeks or so, anyway.

There are only some way of letting my
mom and dad know I was all right.

Is that all you can think about? Your
parents?

Yes.

Especially when I guess right now all
they're doing is thinking about me.

Yes, we're working on it right now.

Listen, to save time, make your way on
up to the oasis. We'll rendezvous there.

Right.

Well, then you know the general area.

Yes, but I think we'll need another fix
to pinpoint it.

I don't think it's too far from that
first weather station we set up.

What are you doing?

Why are you destroying them?

Because of something you said. You said
if we cultivated the vines, they'd

become soft.

Give me a hand. We'll be out of this in
a minute.

I'll work my fingers to the bone, I'll
pull out every weed, if only he'll let

loose! I don't know how to talk or what
to say! Say anything, anything!

Get me out of here!

What's that you drop? It's the radio,
can't you see? What does that matter

I'm calling Jupiter 2! Come in, Jupiter
2!

Stop fooling with that radio and get me
out of here.

Come in, please, Jupiter 2.

Is that you, Will?

What is your position, Will? Do you hear
me? It's Dad.

Dad, this is Will.

We're in some kind of a funny ravine.

I don't know where it is, though, and
we're trapped in it.

We located the ship.

You did?

Now listen carefully. Which way did you
head after you left the ship? The

Buffalo Lands.

Tell them to look for the Buffalo Lands.
The prairie.

I heard that. I think I know which way
to go.

You'd better hurry, though. Dr. Smith
got himself all tangled up.

That's for sure. That tape ain't
tangled.

But there's this funny bush creature
who's... He signed on.

Get me out of this.

What'll probably happen now is, when Don
lifts off and heads back to Earth,

he'll probably take you with him.

You really think he will?

As his prisoner.

If that's the case, I'd much rather stay
here with that bush creature.

I'm free.

Will, Will, look there.

We can climb out on those vines on the
other end.

Look, he's coming after us.

Maybe you'd better keep your promise.

No, I will not. Let's hurry.

With trouble, that's usually the way it
is.

I kept telling Dr. Smith we couldn't be
on Earth, but he wouldn't believe me.

And I made a good landing so Don won't
have any trouble going back to Earth.

I don't think that Don's going back to
Earth.

Why not?

For the same reason you didn't.

Not enough power.

You went into an extended orbit around
the planet, but you couldn't break free

of its gravity.

I knew it all along.

I'll bet.

You just knew the ship didn't have
enough power.

Right?

Right. And where were you thinking of
going?

Just a little pleasure hop.

I thought Will was deserving of it for
his brilliant suggestion.

Well, gentlemen, back to my book.

We should be gone, boys, in a couple of
days.

It's just a question of setting out the
individual relays over the right area.

It'll be like a giant dish antenna 20
miles wide.

I still don't see why I can't go.

What good would you do? We'd only have
to keep looking out for you all the

Well, that will do.

Maybe next time, honey, huh?

Step on it, Smith. We haven't got all
day. Indeed and indeed.

This is monstrous, monstrous. I am a man
of science and letters, not a beast of

Burton. No, but it's so good for the
soul, Doctor.

You may rest assured, Professor, that
despite your petty anger, I shall do

everything in my power to protect your
loved ones while you're away. Do us a

favor, Smith, and don't do us any
favors.

Don really didn't mean what he said, Dr.
Smith.

Don't worry, my dear.

I can find it in my heart to forgive
him.

Now, first of all, we have to set up a
watch for the night. May I suggest three

four -hour shifts?

You will take the first one, you will
have the second, and you will have

On second thought, maybe we should have
two six -hour shifts.

Yes, I think that would be much better.

All right.

Come on.

I'm not sure we should have left Smith
back there.

I'd like to have him right here where I
keep an eye on him.

Knowing Maureen, I'm sure she can handle
him.

Will, turn the robot on. There's some
data I want to feed it.

Danger!

Danger!

Danger! Do you see something?

Thank you, Storm.