All language subtitles for lost_in_space_s03e08_flight_into_the_future

Silently, one by one, in the infinite
meadows of heaven, blossomed the lovely

stars, forget -me -nots of the angels.

That was beautiful, Don.

I liked it, too, but why now?

I don't know. A touch of space rapture,
maybe.

Space rapture usually induces strange
illusions.

I never thought it would remind you of
poetry you learned in high school.

You know, the funny thing is, I never
learned that in high school.

Or anywhere else.

I don't like the sound of those signals.

At the rate it's moving, we should be
able to monitor it visually right now.

Over there, look.

It's like a big emerald.

My recommendation is we give it a wide
berth. And I'm not talking space rapture

or poetry.

Recommendation approved.

Hit port side thruster. One minute.

Side thruster's one minute.

Well, that takes care of that.

I forgot to admit, though, it left me a
little curious.

Oh, it left you curious, eh?

Well, we can't have any of that.

Let's head back toward it.

Yeah, it's serious.

Resume normal flight procedures.

You are excused, William. This one and I
have vital business.

But the robot and I are only halfway
through with this checklist, Dr. Smith.

Later, William, later. This part isn't
going anywhere, not for a long, long

time. Well, we have to keep it in
readiness.

Besides, what business do you have in
here that could be so vital?

Not only is it vital, William, but it is
a matter which cannot brook delay. I

refer, of course, to my periodic
physiotherapy session.

For your information, Will Robinson, Dr.
Smith is referring to his rubdown.

He has told me that my claws do wonders
for his aching back.

Correct, Dr. Smith?

Certainly not. Your claws create a
disaster area on my delicate back.

Howsomever, you will have to do until I
can find a proper masser.

Now, come along, you antitheted amateur.

Dr. Smith, can't you rub down weight
until the robot and I are through with

checklist? We'll only be a few minutes.

William, stand aside.

Well, at least let him check out the
airborne guidance system. I shall do it

you, my boy.

Airborne guidance system. No!

What happened?

John, what is it?

Well, on the robot.

They've taken off in the space pod.

Oh, dear, oh, dear. Whatever possessed
me to be so foolish had to do a kindness

for others.

You call this a kindness? You could get
us all killed.

Warning, warning. We are about to enter
the orbit of an unidentified planet.

Do something.

I'm trying to, but the pod doesn't have
enough power to pull out.

Maybe he forgot to switch on his
receiver.

I've got them.

Yeah.

Along with our uninvited friend, the
Emerald Planet, right on its tail.

Something strange going on. What?

Lost track of the pod. Skidded off the
scope like something just pushed it out

of its flight path.

Centrifugal force from that planet?

The size of it, I'd say it would
attract, not repel. Or maybe its mass is

obeying laws of physics that we don't
understand yet.

Did you get a fix on the parts position
before I left the screen?

It's not completely out of our frequency
range.

It should be on the tracking computer.
That's where we lost it.

All right.

We'll allow 001 for orientation error
and head for it.

Check.

John, you actually think it is a planet?

It's either a planet or an asteroid.
We'll know when we land there.

Incidentally, darling, you'd better get
below and strap in. It may be a rough

atmosphere entry.

All right.

Come on, dear.

001, right?

All right.

We're being hit by the same force that
must have hit the pod.

Can't stay on course.

I'll keep correcting.

Yeah, that's great. It's correcting
right back.

You know exactly what we're doing.

Action and reaction, equal and opposite.

At least it's obeying that law physics.

Yeah, like it's got a brain smarter than
ours.

Can we go into orbit?

Ten degrees off course now.

Well, correct for 20. That'll take care
of the interference.

I've got a feeling that someone down on
that planet is letting us know that

we're not welcome. Welcome or not, we're
going in.

Hit the retro rockets for entry. Hitting
retros.

We're up against some kind of
atmospheric barrier.

It's not this cold. We're hovering.

All right, full forward thrust. Ten
seconds.

The landing gear control's out.

All right, then prepare for emergency
landing.

That overcorrection put us right on
target.

You know it was a belly landing.

We won't be on target unless the pod's
right in this area.

Well, there are a lot of rock.

No pod.

Have you found them? Not yet, dear.

If our tracking computations are
correct, this is where they should have

They're just inside our radar net.

That could be more than a half a mile.

Will?

Will, come in, Will.

Dad, this is Will. Where are you?

Right here on this planet, son.

And very near.

Are you all right?

We're fine, Dad.

We didn't mean to lift off. Well, never
mind that now.

Look, are you still in the pond?

Mm -hmm.

Well, stay put till we get there.

There's a large anvil -shaped rock out
there.

We'll be coming from that direction.

Dad, there aren't any rocks out there.

Just trees and jungle growth, like a
rainforest.

A rainforest within half a mile of here?

Can you get a picture?

It's like an affair.

Will, if you hear me, come in.

Let's go.

John. Keep all radio channels open.
Don't let anyone out of the ship.

And don't worry.

All right.

You were very remitful.

You neglected to assure your father that
I was in no way responsible for this

accidental flight.

All right, Dr. Smith, I'll assure him.
If I can get the radio working.

Dad, come in, Jupiter.

My sensors indicate that the plot's
communication system has been

jammed, Will Robinson.

Jammed? By what?

There are more jamming potentials on
this planet, Will Robinson, than can be

computed by my memory banks.

Never fear, Smith is here. We can find
our own way to the Jupiter if we can

spot the rock your father mentioned.

Dad told us to stay put.

But we can save time if we meet him
halfway.

And then, William, you can tell him.
That you were in no way to blame?

All right, Dr. Smith, I'll do my best,
but I'm not promising anything.

I guess the jamming potential will jam
the hatch as well as the radio.

I will blast it open.

Do I have permission to employ full
power?

Well, I guess so. Proceed, proceed.

Stand aside and protect yourselves.

Adequate. Follow me.

Terminator will be blown sky high.

What happened to the wind?

Off the cup, I would say that pressures
within and without the pod have now been

equalized.

What an enchanting garden.

A veritable paradise. Paradise.

We'll be drenched. And I'll catch a cold
with him. I need my raincoat to gloss

it. I can hear the rain, but I can't
feel it.

Dry rain?

Well, of course. In the tropics, rain
always evaporates before it hits the

ground.

The leaves aren't wet either.

Do you agree with Dr. Smith's theory,
robot?

conviction that we are in the presence
of meteorological phenomena of alien

origin. Data inadequate for more
detailed evaluation.

Alien origin, indeed, you will inform
Dignoramus.

Why, when I was in the islands of the
South Pacific... Go away!

Is it Albatross?

A terrible condor.

Correction. It is non -existent. The
team has affected my memory.

I'm imagining terrors.

I must be tired, too.

I heard that bird or whatever it was,
just like you did, Dr. Smith.

We'd better get going. The sooner we get
back to the Jupiter, the better.

I know. I'm completely exhausted. I
think I shall remain here for a bit and

a little rest. William, have the chariot
come and fetch me.

Well, what a luscious -looking fruit.

Dr. Smith, you know we're not supposed
to eat alien fruit until it's been

analyzed. Nonsense. This is quite
obviously an edible variety of our own

terrestrial peach.

One swallow does not a summer make, nor
one peach a blight.

Stop!

You're right, William.

It is a blight.

Oh, good heavens, all this fruitless
activity has done me in.

I think I'll take a little nap.

I do not recommend sleep, Dr. Smith.

Oh, go away, Nanny, go away.

Rouse him, Will Robinson.

It may be very harmful to fall asleep in
this area.

Who could be harmful about sleeping?

I think I'll take a nap, too.

On your feet.

This is not the time nor the place where
sleep.

Right now, any place is good enough for
me.

You know, this doesn't look like the
terrain that would lead to the

Let's try that trail over there.

What's that?

Oh, didn't you hear that? Sounds like
something moving up there.

That's solid rock.

You must have heard the echo of our own
footsteps.

Yeah, you're right.

You know, if I didn't know better, I'd
say that boulder waited for us to get

right underneath it before it let go.

Kind of like it had a brain.

Let's go.

Nothing like a brief nap to restore
one's vitality. Yes.

I feel completely refreshed.

William?

William, what are you doing there?

Didn't I ask you to fetch the chariot?
The chariot?

Oh, the chariot.

I must have dozed off for a minute. How
long was I asleep?

I'm sure I don't know.

My naps never last longer than 15
minutes.

But it's daylight.

Daylight comes swiftly in tropical
regions.

Well, if it was 15 minutes, Dad and Don
should have been here by now.

What happened to the robot?

Robot, what happened to you?

I... I am in a condition of near inertia
due to... due to... Due

to my foot, good heavens. He's developed
jungle mildew, I think. A touch of

mechanical rheumatism.

Can you lead us to the Jupiter?

Affirmative. However, I shall need to
rub down with Dr. Smith's massage

Just do for me what I do for your aching
back, Dr. Smith, and I will be fine.

Indeed, of all the impudence.

Better do as he wants, Dr. Smith, or
we'll never get going.

A man of my quality reduced to
performing menial tasks?

Really?

You know, Robot, I know I only slept for
a few minutes, but it feels like...

Like what, Will Robinson?

Well, like it was much longer.

I shall never forget nor forgive this
indignity, Zachary Smith, a common

Leave the squawking, Dr. Smith, and get
going. I ache all over.

Ah, that feels fine, Dr. Smith.

Rub harder.

Harder.

But don't dawdle.

Can't you see it?

It looks like our spaceship.

Oh, good heavens, this isn't the Jupiter
II. It can't be.

It's some unknown wreck.

We must have strayed off the proper
path.

I'd like to believe you, Dr. Smith, but
I don't know.

Robot? If you are asking me to identify
this disabled vehicle, I can only say I

fear the worst to the best of my
capability.

I must regretfully report that this is
the Jupiter II.

What?

But how could it have gotten so old
looking so fast?

I talked to Dad less than a half an hour
ago.

How could those things have grown on it
so quickly?

Well, things grow very quickly in the
jungle, you know. But this isn't the

jungle. The jungle's over there.

I'm going inside.

Are you coming with me, Dr. Smith?

Must be, William.

I'm afraid that the shock of what we
discover may be too much for your young

eyes.

All right. I'll wait here while you go
inside.

On second thought.

I think perhaps it's best if you learn
to face disasters bravely.

Come, William.

We'd better go below.

Do you think we should?

No, not really.

But we have to.

Yes.

It won't work.

We'll have to use the ladder.

Yes.

Bill Robinson, Dr. Smith.

William, come along.

Is it good news, robot?

Negative so far. So far as regards to
the members of your family, Will

However, do not be discouraged.

Yet. What do you mean, yet?

He's just trying to soften the blow for
us all, William.

Correction. I am trying to prepare you
for a surprise.

Look.

I don't believe it. It cannot be a
statue of you, you bumbling birdbrain.

opinion of me is not shared by those who
erected it, Dr. Smith.

Would you care to read the inscription,
Will Robinson?

Loud enough for all to hear, please.

In memoriam.

Erected to the memory of Earth's first
ambulatory computer to traverse deep

space. To the cybernetic hero... Boulder
Dash!

Louder, please.

To the cyber... Hibernetic hero of the
Robinson expedition.

Gratefully dedicated in the year 2270 A
.D.

What? Not such a fan likeness, wouldn't
you say?

Although they did skimp a little on my
broad shoulders.

2270 A .D.? Dr. Smith, we didn't sleep
for 15 minutes. We slept for over 270

years.

That's impossible.

It can't be.

I'm young.

I'm still my former usual self.

William!

Look at me.

Please, please tell me that I haven't
changed.

You're the same as you always were, Dr.
Smith.

Oh, thank you, my dear little friend.
Thank you.

Fiberetic hero indeed.

Fiberetic simpleton.

Watch it, Dr.

Smith. Your jealousy is showing.

Bob!

Where could they have gone?

What could have happened to them?

Winnie, run for your life.

I don't see anyone, Dr. Smith.

What?

Oh, William, the end is near, I feel it.

This planet is enchanted with terrible
creatures.

We must leave at once.

Well, I don't know about that, but I saw
something, too.

But I'm not leaving until I find out
what happened to my family and who made

that statue of the robot.

You have been discussing my statue, Will
Robinson?

Favorably, I hope.

This is no time for compliments.

Yes, spare us your ridiculous remarks,
you insensitive idiot.

I just want to know what happened while
we were sleeping back there.

Take cover. Take cover. Do not be
alarmed. My sensors indicate that this

may not be for real.

The lightning that hit that tree was
real enough. Let's get out of here.

Check them out.

All systems check out within safe limits
for contact, sir.

Systems, indeed.

We are not machines, I'll have you know.

Of course you're not.

Except for our little friend over here.

Kind of ancient, isn't he?

Let's hear it.

This type went out with the end of the
millennium.

Well, he's good enough for us and good
enough for someone to put up a statue to

him. A lovely statue.

I'm astronaut Commander Fletcher.

You must be Dr.

Zachary Smith. Indeed I am.

Your young friend here is Will Robinson,
right?

Yes, sir. But how did you know that?

Ultrasensitive perception equipment.

We knew you were here. That's one of the
reasons that we came.

Did you get caught in a storm?

Storm? Was there a storm?

It stopped the moment you arrived.

Lucky.

Sergeant, will you check the vehicle?

Oh, Commander.

Yes?

I take it, my dear sir, that you are, to
all intents and purposes, a rescue

team, and you're going to take us back
to Earth.

Is that correct?

We'll know more about that, Dr. Smith,
once I've reported my findings back to

the mothership.

And by the way, our primary mission is
not of rescue.

It's not?

What is your mission, sir?

Archaeological team is what you'd call
us, I guess.

Space historians, if you like.

We record all the evidence we can find
of early space voyages for the benefit

future voyagers.

Should be of great help to them.

What about the Jupiter voyagers? Have
you found anything out about what

to them?

Sergeant, report to base.

The part should be right here.

Except for one thing.

We'll describe this area as being a
rainforest.

A jungle.

Well, look at it.

There's nothing like that here.

Let's go on.

A votre santé, William.

Lovely.

I must say it was charming of the
commander to provide us with an

snack. It is not a snack, Dr. Smith.

It is a full dinner.

If it is a dinner.

What do you mean, if it is a dinner? Of
course it's a dinner. I'm eating it, am

I not? You appear to be eating it, Dr.
Smith.

However, it is possible that you are
eating it more but enjoying it less.

Nonsense. This roast is excellent. I
couldn't have done better myself.

Well, the robot may be right, Dr. Smith.

I don't like that Commander Fletcher,
and I don't trust anything about him or

his sergeant. Now, now, William, they're
fine, upstanding Americans.

Well, then why weren't they surprised to
see us alive after all those years? And

why didn't they answer any of my
questions? And why didn't they take us

headquarters? And why was I not treated
with a proper respect due to a

cybernetic hero?

Silence, you preening poppin' jay!

You're making mountains out of
molehills, both of you.

Well, just the same. I'm going to try
and find their headquarters and get some

answers.

Let's go, robot.

You've done it again.

This must be their headquarters.

If it is their headquarters, and if
these are flags... What do you mean?

My sensors indicate that appearances can
be deceptive, Will Robinson.

Well, I'm going in anyway.

There's no one in here.

Hello? Is anyone in here?

William!

William! I thought you abandoned me.

What was that?

It sounded like someone was moving
things around.

There's nothing in here to be moved.

The walls.

They're closing in on us.

Negative, Dr. Smith. You are allowing
your imagination to run away with you.

There it is again.

Let's get out of here, Dr. Smith.

Getting kind of spooky.

Where are they?

Where's what?

The spookies.

Dr. Smith, there aren't any spookies.
It's an expression, something you feel,

not see.

I feel it. I feel it.

Let's get out of here.

Judy? That is my name.

I'm very glad you recognize me. I didn't
think you would.

Why shouldn't I recognize you? You're my
own sister.

Where's Mom and Dad? How'd you get here?
One thing at a time, Will.

First of all, I hate to disappoint you,
but I'm not your sister.

Oh, Judy, this is no time for jokes.

I'm not joking, Will.

Well, then if you're not joking, how do
you know my name?

I know all your names.

I knew who you were the moment I saw
you.

Please, Judy, stop playing games.

And if you're not my sister, who are
you?

Now, now, my dear, you've tormented your
brother quite long enough.

Will is not my brother, Dr. Smith, and I
am not his sister.

Try not to be too upset, Will, but your
sister Judy was my great -great -great

-grandmother.

My sister Judy was... Of course I
understand the whole thing now, William.

You forgot to make allowance for the
passage of time.

How... Very exciting to meet a distant
relative, my dear. We have so much to

talk about. Your great -great -great
-grandmother was such a lovely girl, and

you look just like her. Maybe she does,
and maybe she does not.

Silence, cybernetic skeptic!

William, where are your manners?

Say, how do you do to your niece, five
or six times removed?

I'm not sure I want to.

I know how you feel, Will.

You're terribly disappointed because I'm
not who you thought I was.

But we are relatives.

Come on. I'm sure you and I have lots of
things to talk about.

What great good fortune to find a
relative among these lovely people.

She is no relative of yours, Dr. Smith.

She may be Will's relative.

On the other hand, she may not.

We have no reason to doubt her. We have
reason to doubt everything, Dr. Smith.

Everything. Bah!

Sergeant, I'm so glad you came. This
digital dunce is afflicted with certain

doubts about you.

How dare you?

How dare you strike me? I demand an
apology at once, you hear, or you face

summary court martial. I'm waiting.

There will be no apology, Smith.

We have just checked you out.

Your name is Zachary Smith?

Of course it is.

Mine is Horatio Smith.

Smith. And whether I like it or not, and
I don't, you are my great -great -great

-great -grandfather.

Am I indeed?

I am.

Oh, good heavens.

Oh, my dear boy.

You are my great -great -great -great
-grandson.

Well, let me look at you.

Yes, I can see your resemblance. I think
I'm going to cry.

What a magnificent specimen of manhood
you are.

Just like me. What a credit to the name
of Smith.

Except that Zachary Smith has shamed all
the Smiths. Smith.

Do you know what it's like to live under
a cloud? To have a finger of scorn

pointed at you because you, yes, you,
besmirched the family name?

Aye. Are you suggesting that the family
name was besmirched by me? Were you or

were you not the fifth columnist in the
Jupiter expedition?

Certainly not. Were you or were you not
the master saboteur? No. Were you or

were you not the sly Machiavellian
menace during the entire Robinson

Well... Answer me.

Answer me. Yes or no?

How dare you? Did you hear these foul
slanders? I did.

And they are not slanders.

Hold your tongue, sir.

How? How shall I defend myself against
these monstrous charges?

How shall I clear my good name?

I have it. Great, great, great, great
grandson. You will beam this message to

earth immediately from your mothership.
Aye, Zachary Smith.

Forget it, Smith.

Messages won't change a thing.

But these frightful allegations must be
erased.

There is only one possible way.

Face -to -face confrontation with the
members of the Supreme Court of the

Judiciary. Then I must go at once.

Our mothership leaves at dawn. You have
two hours.

You may lift off in your pod at 0600 and
rendezvous with us then.

I hope you can talk your way out of
this, Smith.

But I doubt it. If you can't, you can
forget that you ever saw me.

No sign of them yet.

Well, let's hope they're on their way
back by now.

John?

John, this is Maureen. Do you read me?

Well, I guess not.

Well, maybe I can get a picture.

All right, give it a try.

Hey! Oh!

Oh!

Hey, what is it? What happened?

is it?

Well,

well, don't you know me?

Well, I'm Penny.

Penny?

What is it, Judy? Don't you know it?

Oh,

I'm all right. You're all right now?
Yes, thank you.

It's funny.

And if I were someone else?

Oh, dear, I wish your father'd hurry
back so that we could get off this

So do I.

Fifth columnist.

Savitor.

Sly Machiavellian menace. What vicious
and unfounded lies.

Everybody knows that I was the true hero
of the Robinson expedition.

I do not see any statues erected to you,
Dr. Smith.

Ah!

Someday soon, you will go too far, and
then beware.

And that's how I was appointed official
photographer to the archaeological team.

You're very lucky, Will.

Why, you're going back to a world that's
almost three centuries in advance of

anything you've ever known before.

I'm not going back. Don't be a little
fool.

I'm sorry, Will.

Tell me about your sister, Judy.

Your... You're so much like her.

It'd be like telling you about yourself.

You two seem to have made friends very
quickly.

Yes, sir.

Willie and I know a great deal about one
another now.

Well, that's good, because our work is
almost done here. Will, we checked out

the statue. It was erected by your
parents before they left.

Did they leave anything else, sir?

Oh, a number of ancient artifacts, of
course.

Primitive galley, remnants of an early
communication system.

No, I don't mean anything like that.

I mean like a message for me.

I'm afraid not, son.

Try not to take it too hard, Will.

It was a long time ago.

My team checked out your pod's
capability, Will.

You can rendezvous with our mother's
ship at 0600.

And go where?

Back to Earth.

Where else?

Dr. Smith and your robot are already on
their way to your vehicle.

That is, if you want to take that
antique robot along.

I wouldn't go anywhere without him. I
understand.

You'll make an interesting addition to
our space museum.

Trees, no jungle growth, no rainforest.

Will must have been imagining things.

No, he only tells us things he's
imagined once he's safely home. I don't

he'd do so in an emergency.

Well, then we're still looking for a
rainforest.

We're still looking for a rainforest.

Didn't you hear me calling you?

We heard nothing, Will Robinson.

Commander Fletcher said you were headed
for the space pod. And so we were.

But where is it? I know this is where we
left it.

That's right, we did. I remember that
tree.

What could have happened to it?

I have exhausted myself searching for
it. So have I. So has he. Let us gird

loins, William. We must find it and keep
the rendezvous with their mothership.

I have a solemn duty to perform.

My reputation is at stake.

Well, I'm not worried about your
reputation, Dr. Smith.

And even when we do find it, I don't
think we should rendezvous with them. I

just don't trust them.

We're staying here.

But...

Can you see it?

No. We must find it. Time is running
short. They'll leave without us.

That's all right with me.

Have you taken leave of your senses,
William?

These fine people are the only means of
our salvation.

Besides, I owe it to myself to set the
record straight when we return to it.

will have to tell a few whoppers to do
that, Dr. Smith.

Quiet! You obsolete oaf!

Help me! Help me! Help me! Help me! Help
me!

Help me!

I guess it was another of those optical
illusions.

Another? We may not even be in the
jungle. Maybe we just think we are.

Oh, William, you must be very tired.

I think the fatigue has affected your
mind.

It's not fatigue, Dr. Smith. It's
something on this planet, and we're

find out what it is. I agree with Will
Robinson.

Do you indeed?

And what about that atrocious statue? Is
that an optical illusion, too? You have

a point there, Dr. Smith.

That is, if I am a cybernetic hero...

You deplorable dunderhead! Did you or
did you not read the inscription on that

silly statue?

Maybe I did.

Maybe I did not.

Oh, good heavens.

You're both confusing me.

My brain is rattling around, setting up
a fearful din.

William.

William, please help me find that pod.

That's what I'm trying to do, Dr. Smith.

Now let's go.

Yes.

The longest half mile out of the walk.

We've been in four different directions
and still no sign of them.

The only direction left is up.

Oh, we're still being jammed by that
same interference to try to prevent our

landing.

Nothing there to indicate they were ever
inside.

Those controls look as if they haven't
been used in years.

That's impossible.

It only seems impossible.

Maureen.

Come in, Maureen.

We're still being jammed.

Look, regardless of what's happened to
the pod, I think we'd better get back to

the ship.

Will and Smith might be back there by
now.

If they were on their way there, we'd
have seen them.

Don, look at the pod.

I'm looking. All right, what do you see?

Just what you see.

Looks like it was left here a long time
ago and rotted. We know that isn't true.

Well, maybe not, but that's the way it
looks.

No.

That's what we've been led to think it
looks like.

By some trick, some illusion.

An illusion, that?

No, I'm serious. I mean it.

Try thinking of it as an illusion.

It's an illusion.

an illusion.

This planet's for real, all right.

But everything on it, everything you
see, hear, and touch is imaginary.

And it's only real if you allow yourself
to be fooled.

Do you think that Will and Dr. Smith
were fooled?

Yes, or they'd be here.

And we've got to find them before the
illusions become so real for them they

won't know the difference. Come on.

There is no mothership. Splendid. Let's
go aboard and keep the rendezvous.

Dr. Smith, didn't you hear what the
robot said? There's no mothership to

rendezvous with.

And I don't think there's any
archaeological team either.

William, surely you don't doubt the
evidence of your own senses?

No. The evidence was something other
than my senses. And I've got to find out

what it is.

My dear boy, please try to understand.

This is a matter of life and death for
me.

For posterity, I must erase the smear on
the good name of Smith.

We're not going. But, William... We're
not going.

Very well.

I shall go alone.

Dr. Smith, you can't. It's some kind of
a trick. If you go up in the space pod,

you'll never get back. You'll never get
anywhere.

Unhand me, William.

This, above all, to thine own self be
true.

I must look the members of the space
judiciary straight in the eye and deny

everything.

I'll send a rescue ship as soon as it's
possible.

Until then...

At you, little friend.

You take care of him or you'll answer to
me.

William, I'm afraid I shall need a
little help with the liftoff.

Not from me, Dr. Smith.

Nor me.

Oh, try to forget your suspicions. I
have absolute faith in the integrity of

these fine people.

That's what they want you to have, Dr.
Smith.

Don't you see? They got you on their
side by telling you that silly story

your reputation.

And then they tried to win the robot
over by letting him see his statue.

And they tried to get me by showing me
someone who looked like Judy, except I

don't believe it, Dr. Smith.

We've got to find out who's doing this
to us and why.

Are you coming with us?

We are waiting.

Please enter your spacecraft and prepare
for liftoff.

We are waiting.

There you are, William. They are waiting
for us.

I don't believe it.

We are waiting.

Let's go, robot.

You'd better come with us, Dr. Smith.

But they're waiting for us.

Well, let him wait.

Come on.

They'll be back soon, Commander.

You'll see.

Please wait.

They'll be back soon.

I know I said this jungle wasn't for
real, but now I'm not so sure.

Be sure, Will Robinson.

I assure you it is not for real.

I frequently attack by an alien force
from that direction.

We must prepare ourselves for further
attacks from the same direction.

Maybe we'd better go back.

Offense is the best defense, Will
Robinson.

real, isn't he?

Negative.

You okay, robot?

I... I do not know who I am.

Who are you?

Don't believe it.

I don't believe you're for real.

Wait here, robot.

Less and less like a rainforest and more
and more like... Good old Death Valley.

Yes. And there were some illusions
there, too.

Something's dead set on getting us to
turn back. Which I have no intention of

doing.

I'd be a fool not to be afraid.

But only when there's something real
enough to be afraid of. Do you doubt my

reality? Well, if you're the one
responsible for everything that's been

happening here, I guess you're real
enough. You are an intruder.

There is no place for you here.

But we didn't come here by choice, and
we don't mean any harm.

All intruders are harmful.

They must be so deluded by fear that
they will depart quickly.

It seems to me that you're the one who's
afraid.

If you're so scared, why don't you just
destroy us and be done with it? I am not

programmed to destroy, unfortunately.

Over the centuries since I was abandoned
here, I have acquired the power to

create illusions against those who would
intrude here.

Those illusions only fooled me at first.
Not anymore.

powers to create reality instead of
illusion.

Its reality was no match for ours.

Will! Dad!

Well, it took us long enough to find
you. How long, Dad?

About an hour.

That's better than 270 years.

You come again?

It's a long story. I'll explain while we
pick up Dr.

Smith.