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He senses this, William. That noise
offends my delicate ears.

Correction. It is not noise.

It is the music of her spears.

Hold your tongue, you silly goose. It's
quite obvious you were never programmed

for music appreciation.

Well, it does have a nice beat to it,
Dr. Smith.

Beat, indeed.

Noise is noise, not music.

The next thing I know, you two will be
turning this place into the galaxy of

Google or some such nonsense.

Now, either turn it off or tune into
another star cluster that's more

I'd say you weren't programmed for music
appreciation either, Dr. Smith.

It's not music.

It sounds like... I'm not altogether
sure what it sounds like.

What do you think it is?

I compute it to be a complex
communication form based on metric

units. I knew it.

Somebody is trying to contact us.
Quickly, William. Let's go to the

translator so we can hear all their
things.

Yes, yes. Can you hear us? Maybe we
shouldn't, Dr. Smith. You know what Dad

about contacting aliens.

Let's just pretend we didn't hear them.

Really, William, what kind of space
explorer are you?

Who knows what wonders they may have to
share with us.

If Marco Polo had been as timid as you,
the world would never have learned about

chop suey and fortune cookies.

Hello,

out there. This is the spaceship Jupiter
II.

Attention.

We use the basic English alphabet, 26
letters, 5 vowels, 21 consonants.

Greetings, spaceship Jupiter II.

This is interspace probe XL73 of the
Xenian galaxy.

We have urgent need of medical
assistance.

Is there a doctor aboard your ship?

Someone there must be awfully sick.

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

Repeat, is there a doctor aboard your
ship?

Turn it off.

There will be riches beyond measure for
anyone who comes to our aid.

Riches?

Dr. Smith, you can't. You're not a real
medical doctor.

Indeed, I am a doctor of intergalactic
environmental psychology. You are a

quack. What? A quack.

How dare you? You are not an accredited
doctor of medicine. You are a...

Silence!

I heard you the first time.

But you're quite right.

Though I might be able to help those
poor unfortunate, I wouldn't dream of

flying under false colors.

Even though there might be some small
monetary compensation for myself.

But enough of this. Some unknown
creature's trials and tribulations are

concern to us.

Tomorrow we shall wake up a thousand
light -years from here with a whole new

galaxy before us.

Oh, dear, oh, dear, I'm completely
exhausted. I think we should all have a

little rest.

But, Doctor... Come along, will you?
It's surely past your bedtime.

Doctor Smith, it's still early!

Answer, my boy, we need to rest.

Well, what are you waiting for? Press
button.

Off. In.

Out. Number one, two, three, four. Oh,
good heavens, it's very complicated. I

shall never manage it.

Dr. Smith.

What do you want here?

I detest new being begun.

You are off limits. No one is allowed
here except Professor Robinson and the

Major. It's not off limits to me.

I have every right to come here for a
bit of privacy any time I so desire.

You didn't come here just for privacy.
You are planning to descend to the

space probe.

Indeed. And if I am, I certainly have no
intention of answering to you, you

bellicose bumpkin. You have no human
compassion like the rest of us. You

know how much joy it would give me if I
could in some way help those poor

unfortunate creatures.

My sensors indicate you are motivated by
monetary gain.

That is a lie.

I am a good Samaritan on an errand of
mercy.

Now kindly stand aside and allow me to
proceed.

No, I compute danger. You cannot go
there.

But I must think of all the riches.

Think of all the good I could do there.

Repeat, I compute danger.

There's no danger. There are just people
who need me.

Now be out of my way, you lily -lipped
lump!

My sensors compute danger. We must turn
back.

Noctus, you're on a mission of mercy.

How lovely. They're coming to meet us.

Aren't they getting a bit too close for
comfort?

Danger. We are on a collision course.

But don't just stand there. Do
something. Save us.

It is too late.

They have a magnetic ray beaming on us.
We cannot escape its power.

Don't let us crash.

Oh, no, no, we can't crash. I'm too
young to die like this.

I don't look. It will go away.

immediately. We are in danger.

Never fear. Smith is here.

You said we were in danger before.

Just see what a lovely landing we've
made.

Come along, you cowardly clump.

I think after all that talk on the
radio, they'd have someone here to meet

My sensors compute danger.

We should return to the Jupiter II at
once.

It appears that we no longer have a
choice.

So you will have to stay here with me
and observe as I perform medical

open at 764.

This is 1220.

How do you do?

I am Dr. Zachary Smith, and this is my
male nurse.

Welcome, Dr. Smith.

You understand, of course, that I don't,
as a rule, make house calls.

But I realize this must be an emergency.

Oh, yes, it is. This way, please. One
moment, sir.

What, may I ask, is the nature of the
ailment that the patient is suffering

from? You are a doctor. You will see
that for yourself.

Now, come quickly, please. Another
moment, sir.

I know it might appear unseemly to
inject a commercial note into the

at this point.

But you did say that my payment would be
something quite valuable.

Just how valuable is your life?

If our leader dies, your time will also
be ended.

Your leader? I don't quite understand.

Our leader is the patient you will
perform brain surgery on.

Brain surgery?

Of the most delicate kind.

Now we must hurry before it is too late.

No, stop.

Dr. Smith cannot operate. He is not a
doctor.

But you yourself called him doctor. He
is not a member of the medical

profession. It is just an honorary
title.

Honorary title indeed.

I happen to be a full -blown doctor of
intergalactic environmental psychology.

Then it is settled.

You will operate on our leader.

But... Yes, sir.

Search every inch of the ship. No sign
of Dr. Smith or the Romani. Well, where

could they have gone?

Well, we were hoping Smith might have
fallen overboard.

Then we discovered the space pod was
gone.

I think I know what happened to them.
What? Well, last night we were listening

to space music.

Space music?

Well, that's what the robot calls
electromagnetic space static.

And it does sound kind of like music. So
we were all listening to it.

Just a moment, son.

What's all this got to do with their
being missing?

Well, you see, then Dr. Smith heard this
call for help.

So I guess he and the robot went off to
help them.

Smith went off to help someone?

Well, it sounded like they were offering
a big reward.

Smith went off to help someone.

This call for help, did they say where
it came from?

They said they were from the Xenian
Galaxy.

Let's take a look at the chart here.

Xenian Galaxy.

Yeah, here it is.

It was on our course, all right.

We must have passed through it during
the night.

Well, I estimate it'll take about six
and a half hours to return there.

Do we have to?

Oh, darn.

Well, I don't think it would be fair to
the robot to leave him stranded with Dr.

Smith, do you?

All right, we'll plan a course at 843
.16.

And, as you can see, the operation must
take place immediately if our leader is

to survive.

But I can't operate on anyone.

You will be well paid, we have promised
you that.

But I can't.

I faint at sight of blood.

Time is running out for you, Dr. Smith.
If our leader dies, so do you.

Oh, no.

You will prepare yourself to operate
immediately.

Scrub up.

Scrub up.

My dear friend, my bosom companion, you
must help me.

How can I help you?

You're a full -fledged doctor of
intergalactic environmental psychology,

am just a plain, ordinary male nurse.

Oh, you're not plain. The Jupiter II is
returning.

You see?

They're coming back. I knew they
wouldn't desert me.

Compute their probable approach and have
them met with appropriate action. We

can't have anyone interfering with the
delicate operation that Dr. Smith has to

perform.

Are you ready to operate, Doctor?

But I...

Take

him to his patient.

At least you looked the part.

It's all your fault, you treasonous
tyrant. Just you wait!

Xenian galaxy.

Shouldn't be too long now.

Well, how are we ever going to find
them?

Well, our ionic beam locator should be
able to pick up the space past frequency

register. John, quick.

What? I don't know, but we're picking up
something dead ahead.

Is that a star cluster?

No. Planet? Not quite as big, but
almost.

Look.

Well, we won't have to find that Xenian
space probe.

They've already found us.

Look how big it is. I've never seen a
spaceship that big in my life.

All right, not too close, Don. I want a
good look before we make contact.

This is the Earth ship Jupiter II. Come
in if you read me.

Xenian space probe, answer immediately
if you read me.

Take evasive action.

There's no use.

There's no response.

The controls aren't working.

They're beaming a magnetic ray at us.
It's pulling us towards the...

That's just rough.

John, you really need the gun.

From what Will said, the robot and Dr.
Smith are in there of their own accord.

Maybe they are, but we're not.

After we leave, keep the hatches and the
doors locked. Don't open to anyone but

us. Can't I go with you?

No, Sam, you stay here.

Take care.

There's the space pod.

Seems peaceful enough.

All right, we'll search in a circular
pattern.

We're lucky.

Dr. Smith will stay last.

They've got us cut off.

We've got a chance of getting back to
Jupiter.

Don, get away. Drop your weapon.

We've come in peace.

So I see.

We were just trying to defend ourselves.

Two of our crew members are missing. We
have reason to believe that they're

aboard this space probe.

Dr. Smith and his aide are here.

If you'll turn them over to us, we'll be
gone.

That is impossible.

Dr. Smith should be in the operating
room by now.

The operating room?

He is operating on our most noble and
exalted leader.

You've got to be kidding.

You doubt our leader's qualities?

No, I mean about Dr. Smith. He couldn't
cut an overgrown toenail, let alone

operate on anyone.

For your sakes.

I hope you are mistaken.

Oh, please.

You can't make me go through with this.
You are a doctor. You will save our

leader's life.

I seem to be too late.

I'm definitely too late.

What is this?

Not there, but here.

Our noble leader.

A very precious life you will save.

My dear sir, that is a machine.

This is a machine, and far more
accurate, let me tell you. I happen to

-fledged doctor of intergalactic
environmental psychology, and I do not

on machines.

It is not just a machine, but the
greatest brain in the universe.

Our great leader bids you welcome.

He is pleased that you have come to
help.

But I can't do it.

I've been telling you that I cannot do
it. Don't you realize the great task

has been put into your hands?

All the knowledge of the universe is in
our great leader's brain.

With that great store of knowledge to
lead us.

No force in the universe can stand in
our way. All will fall before us.

Don't you have any idea of the enormous
power within your grasp as

personal physician to the ruler of the
universe?

You spoke of a desire for riches.

What treasure in the universe could not
be yours once we rule?

Personal physician to the ruler of the
universe.

I will have to think it over.

I'll do it.

Good.

But I said I would do it.

How very odd.

the premise, isn't he?

Now you see why we will be invincible.

Our leader's heart is our heart.

And once it is sound again, nothing can
ever stop our time span.

Now we have no time to lose.

If our leader's time span ends, all life
here will also die.

You must operate immediately.

These are your instruments.

My instruments?

Of course.

I'm behind bars with the rest of us, you
tin -plated traitor.

I cannot help it if they made me a
trustee. But why do they allow you to

around free and keep us locked up in
here?

Because I am a machine.

And machines are trustworthy.

Professor,

you must get us out of here.

They'll destroy me if I don't operate on
their leader.

If you hadn't told them you were a
doctor, none of us would be in this

But I was doing an errand of mercy.

Yes, well mentioned.

Treasure they offered you?

Nothing of the kind. I was just doing my
duty as a doctor. Dr. R. Smith, we all

know you're nothing but a fraud.

Spare me the poisonous barbs, Major.
Even if I were the greatest surgeon in

galaxies, I couldn't help their leader.

He's beyond help. No, he is not.

Their leader is very sick, but he could
be saved. He is suffering from a worn

-out mechanism, complicated by twisted
electronic rotors and eroded

counterweights. That sounds like a very
professional diagnosis.

I was programmed in pre -med courses for
two semesters at the Institute of

Cybernetics. I was first in my class.

But then I decided I was more interested
in space exploration and changed my

major subject.

Good heavens, a medical school dropout.

But I still learned more than enough to
operate on their leader, if I wanted to.

You must save him, my dear friend.

They'll spare us if you do.

Please say that you'll do it.

Now we will try once again.

No, I tell you, I will not operate.

Must you can save his life?

No, if he lives, you will use his great
brain for your evil plans. I will not

let you cause death and destruction
throughout the universe in your war of

conquest. We can force you to operate.

You cannot force me to do something I
know is wrong.

There must be someone whose safety he
values above all else. If we had that

person in our power, the robot would do
whatever we want him to.

Use the personality indicator.

The indicator will reveal which one of
your party is closest to you.

Did we get a good reading? We will soon
know.

do not call out.

You will only endanger the others on
this ship if you do.

Who are you?

Yes, that's a good question. Who are
you? What are you doing here?

It's all very easy to explain.

You see, originally we come from the
planet Altair Crucis to...

Instead of bending time back.

Now, will you come peacefully with us or
do we have to destroy everyone aboard

this ship?

Where are you going to take me?

You will be among friends.

In fact, they're waiting for you right
now.

I guess I don't have a choice.

You haven't said where you're taking me.
You will not be harmed.

You're smaller than the others. What is
your time span?

I don't know.

What's yours?

Mine is 12 .2 .0.

I was constructed in the second day of
the twelfth year of our leader's rule.

Oh, you mean how old am I?

But here no one is old or young.

Our whole society is based upon that
principle.

Time is not something to be measured.

It is merely something to be used.

But that's impossible.

Time is something that... It just
passes, you know. Not if you've learned

secrets as our leader has.

We control time, and through it we will
control the universe.

Do you really believe that? It is only a
matter of time.

Enough of this.

Our leader waits. Move on.

Robot!

Are you all right? What are you doing
here, Will Robinson?

You must leave at once. No one is
leaving here until after you've operated

our leader.

I cannot do it. It goes against all my
programming to aid your plan of

1220, destroy the boy first and then the
other.

Wait. If I save your leader, you promise
you will let us all go free?

The minute our great leader's time span
is secure, you are all free to go.

You have lied before.

How do I know you are telling the truth
now? Don't listen to him, robot. He'll

say anything to get you to operate.

No choice.

Prepare the patient.

I will operate.

I don't know, Robot.

He seems pretty far gone to me. I don't
think even you can save him. My

programmers at medical school had great
hopes for me.

If I can just reactivate my tapes to all
that they've taught me, there is a

chance I can pull him through.

Is there anything I can do to help?

No. You should leave the operating room
now.

The sight of broken strings and leaking
oil is only for strong stomachs.

Okay, whatever you say.

Good luck, robot.

Thank you, Will Robinson.

Dangerous operation.

But I will try my best.

It's taking so long.

Been in that operating room for hours
now.

Those dreadful creatures.

They'll kill us all. I know they will.

The robot said he was a top student in
medical school. If anyone can save him,

he can.

What terrible irony.

Our fate in the hands of that mediocre
medical misfit.

At least the robot had two years at pre
-med school, Smith. You haven't even had

that. For once in his life, Smith's
right.

We just can't hang around here and wait
and see how that operation turns out.

We're not going to just walk out of
here. That's for sure.

Iron bars do not a prison make for some
such drivel.

You do have a plan, don't you?

No, not really.

Iron bars do a prison make.

I notice they just have one guard out
there.

Now, somehow, if we could get them in
here, then fake them out... Yeah, that's

real long shot.

I guess it's the only chance we've got.

Come here.

Hurry, hurry. We'll all be killed if
they catch us. Quiet, Smith.

We'll have his leg off in a minute. Oh,
dear.

Everyone know what they have to do. Yes,
sir.

Smith, I don't know why you insist upon
including me in all this violent

nonsense. I find forth more gentle forms
of persuasion. All right, have it your

way. But we're breaking out of here.

You can stay locked in this cell. Then
try your gentle forms of persuasion to

get yourself out. You wouldn't dare.

Put her to a vote.

Let's say leave him here. That won't be
necessary.

I didn't say I wouldn't help.

Zachary Smith is always ready to help
his dear companions when they get

themselves clumsily into terrible
situations.

He's coming!

Must I? Yes, and now.

He's got space flag.

He's not treated fast. It could spread
all over the ship. He needs treatment.

He's got the flag.

There's nothing more we can do.

Wait. I just remembered.

I saw them do it before they took me
from the Jupiter.

It might work.

We've got to get him up first.

Dr. Smith, hold it. Is everyone okay?
John, lift up.

The last thing I remember was the blast
of that ray gun.

I'm surprised it didn't do me in for
good.

Yeah, I know.

Well, you can thank Will, but it didn't.
These aliens seem to have affected some

kind of a time warp mechanism.

You mean to get Ben time?

Apparently, and move it backward.

Listen, you're still breathing. You'd
better believe it.

I think we should get out of here while
we still can.

All right, come on.

Aren't you coming, Dr. Smith?

In a moment, will you?

The first time I figured this out.

Figured what out?

This, William.

Do you remember when they first made
radio contact with us? They offered me a

priceless treasure.

But I understand it all now. They meant
me to have this.

The secret of time.

Well, come on.

Run along, William. I'll join you in a
moment.

Okay.

To be able to control time.

I know the winner of every race before
it's run. I'll know which stocks are

going up, which ones are going down.

I'll know everything before it happens.

How lovely.

to make it back to the Jupiter II. The
robot!

John, look out!

You did it, robot! You saved his life!

Shh!

No noise, please.

It was a very difficult operation, but
fortunately, my medical skill was equal

to the task.

telling you what a truly wonderful
doctor I am.

Well, you're not going to get a big head
now, are you?

Glass does not change size.

You know what I mean. One Dr. Smith is
enough.

Dr. Smith is a quack.

I have had two years of intensive
programming at one of the best medical

in the galaxy.

Well, we'll talk about that later.

Right now, we've got to get out of here
and help Dad and the others.

Leave here?

Impossible. Well, come on. Let's get out
of here while we still can.

upsetting my patient. You will have to
leave now.

Maybe you shouldn't have helped him in
the first place. Maybe he was just too

evil to be saved.

That was all in the past.

His close brush with death has taught
him new values.

He is a new brain.

That's what you think.

He still controls those androids,
doesn't he?

Right now, they're trying to kill Dad,
Don, and Dr. Smith.

Impossible. Well, if you don't believe
me, just ask him. You'll see.

Come on, they're right behind us, son.
Let's go. Yeah, the robot doesn't want

leave. There's no time to argue. Come
on.

Come in.

Professor, you must help me.

William, we've always been friends.

Please tell them to help me.

I'm too old to be nine years old.

Is that really you, Dr. Smith?

Yes, what's left of me. You used that
time device, didn't you? Whatever makes

you think that?

I'm just a poor, innocent victim of an
alien society.

Please help me.

Can't we do anything?

It's hard enough being a kid once, and
it wouldn't be fair for Dr. Smith to

to go through it all twice.

You know, we've got to do something,
Don. We can't leave him like that. Yeah,

know what you mean.

Smith, as an adult, was unbearable. As a
nine -year -old, he'd be impossible.

Robot, tell your patient that we'll
consider letting you treat him, provided

returns Dr. Smith back to normal.

My patient says that you must treat him
first.

Then, when he is healthy again, he will
consider time -spanning Dr. Smith back

to his real age.

That's not acceptable. He also says that
unless you allow me to treat him within

the next two minutes, he still has
enough strength left to destroy us all.

Does he?

Yes, he does.

Well, you've heard the ultimatum.

We don't have any choice, do we?

We can't disconnect enough of his wires
and springs to neutralize him.

Wait. What side are you on anyway,
robot?

He also wishes to remind you that his
timing mechanism is still quite

functional. And you now only have a
minute and a half to obey his orders or

destroyed. Well, then tell him again
just how it is.

Tell him that we'll let you treat him
after he's returned Dr. Smith to normal

and after he's secured a safe passage
out of here. Tell him that!

Oh, he'll never agree.

Never. We'll all be destroyed right
here.

And me, such a wonderful little boy with
a brilliant future ahead of me.

Maybe he won't, Dr. Smith.

Maybe he won't.

He'll destroy us. I know he will.

There's less than a minute remaining. In
just a few seconds, there'll be nothing

left of me but a pleasant memory.

My patient has agreed.

He will reform in all ways if you will
only let me bring him back to full

and vigor.

Stand over there, child.

Thank heavens it's me again. What a
frightful experience.

And it's all your fault.

All right, robot.

Take care of your patients.

Stay well, sir.

Just you.

I know they wanted you to stay there,
Robot.

And I just want to say that I'm glad you
decided to come back with us. Because I

would have missed you.

And I would have missed you, Will
Robinson.

It was a tempting offer, though.

They would have sent me up in my own
planetary research hospital.

Just think, if my research was
successful, there might never again be

case of rusted parts or sprung springs
in all the universe.

My patient, he is sick again.

running a temperature, merely a routine
symptom of the post -operative

recuperation period.