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Prepare for inspection.

Present quadrant number five, all
inmates prepare for inspection.

Present quadrant number five, all
inmates prepare for inspection.

Come on, Smith. You're supposed to be
helping.

My presence here is quite helping of me,
sir. You know that my delicate back

does not permit me to indulge in manual
labor.

Well, you'd better indulge. Right now.

Come on!

But I'm just the funny part.

Hurry up!

Oh, very well.

Well, what is it?

Tap the pen while I hold this for
flight.

With what? The hammer. Where is it?

There.

Here? There.

It's not my fault. I told you I was not
well enough to do all this heavy work.

Major, you wouldn't strike an invalid.

Get out of here, Smith. Just get out of
my sight.

Splendid idea.

I go.

From the look of him, he'd had more than
one accident.

You stay here.

I'll get the first aid kit from the
chariot.

I'll be back in a few minutes.

Hurry! I don't relish the prospect of
staying here alone with this terrible

creature, dead or alive.

Sound and you're dead.

I wouldn't dream of making a sound.

I'm a friend, trying to help you.

A friend, do you understand?

A good friend.

How did you get here?

I don't know.

Last thing I remembered, I was running
low on fuel.

And then I thawed out.

And I crashed.

You alone here in this crazy place.

There's just me and Major West.

He's gone to fetch you a first aid kit.

To help you. You see, we are friends.

If you really want to be my friend, you
wouldn't let me stand here freezing to

death. Here, let's trade.

Oh, it's a lovely shirt, I'm sure, but I
don't look well in stripes.

I said trade!

Now you give me that jacket, or I'll
tear it off in your arms with it. Here,

take it. Take it, it's yours.

Accept it as my gift.

Not even a thank you, indeed.

Whatever has happened to good manners?

This tacky material probably provides no
warmth of any kind.

But it's cold.

I'd better put it on.

And I'm sure it's an abominable fit.

I do hope I don't run into anybody that
knows me.

Good afternoon, gentlemen.

You arrived just in the nick of time.

Don't move.

What is the meaning of this, sir? You
don't want me.

You want that terrible fellow who just
left. With my nice, warm jacket, I might

add. He went that way.

But I don't understand.

You should know by now there's no escape
from prison planet Destructon.

Destructon?

The warden will be pleased with us.

Captured an escaped convict.

No, no, you're making a terrible
mistake. I'm innocent.

I never broke the law in my life. Oh,
please, don't harm me.

They'll let him go. Major, tell them who
I am. Tell them I'm not an escaped

prisoner.

You look very natural, Smith.

Don't let them take me away.

It's a great temptation, but I guess I'm
stuck with you. You better let him go.

Interfere and you'll be destroyed.

But, Warden... Thank you, Warden. You
came just in time.

Yes, it appears so.

Now, where is the prisoner that you
helped to escape?

Oh, we didn't help any prisoner escape.

Of course we didn't.

Then how is it your friend is wearing
the jacket of the prison planet?

He means the prison planet Destructon.

Oh, I see that you're familiar with my
little establishment.

Yes. I mean, no.

Then you're aware that in helping a
prisoner to escape... that you have just

violated Section 42B of the
Intergalactic Penal Code.

Look, we had no idea he was an escaped
prisoner.

Ignorance of the law is no excuse.

Somebody must have helped him to escape.

I assure you, my dear sir, it was not I.

He did it! I saw him!

Smith!

Then you were here.

You were an eyewitness to the whole
thing?

Oh, yes, an eyewitness to the whole
thing. And you did nothing about it?

Well, you see, I was so appalled at what
was happening... I didn't quite know

what to do.

But did you try to forcibly stop him?

Oh, yes. Yes, I did.

He... They threatened me. Why, you...
You're aware, of course,

that Article 863D of the Intergalactic
Penal Code provides that it is a

felony not to try to forcibly stop a
person or person engaged in aiding a

prisoner. But, Your Honor, I mean, Mr.
Warden, I did my best. Truly, I did.

You'll both be remanded to the
Intergalactic Court for the control of

procedure and tried for your crimes.

We haven't committed any crimes.

Don't try anything foolish.

It won't do you any good anyway.

This is all your fault, Major. I should
have had better sense than to try to

protect you.

March!

Jordan, it's your responsibility to
protect me.

I said march!

That's what happened. Under arrest?

Yes. William, you must find your father
immediately and tell him he must vouch

for me as a character witness.

I can't do that, Dr. Smith.

Dad and the others are away at the radar
station.

Character references are of no interest
to me.

These men are charged with a very
serious crime.

Imagine trying to help a prisoner to
escape.

No one escapes my prison.

But I'm innocent, I tell you.

Look, 500 years of penal protection.

861 cases of attempted escape, and in
the end, no one was successful.

They don't call me the warden's warden
for nothing.

You just can't assume they're guilty
even without a trial.

That's uncivilized.

Oh, we're not uncivilized.

They'll have a trial.

Unshackle the prisoners.

An instant trial is all we'll have time
for, but it will be fair under the

circumstances. Instant trial?

The First Circuit Computer Control Court
is now in session.

Judge 781, revised model, 94E, residing.

Good afternoon, Your Honor.

Prosecution awaits the pleasure of the
court.

You know, I'll bet the robot knows all
about those kinds of computers.

We'll have you out of here in nothing
flat.

William, don't forget about me. I won't
forget about you. You can count on that,

Smith. Don't worry, Dr. Smith. We'll get
you out of here, too. Oh, thank you, my

dear boy. I knew you wouldn't forget a
friend in need.

Now, Robot, come here.

Are you familiar with the statutes in
the Intergalactic Penal Code?

I have a complete knowledge of all the
statutes in the Penal Code.

Intergalactic law was programmed into me
during my first term at IRT. Robot,

didn't you tell me that you majored in
pre -med?

I did.

But I also majored in law.

I am a robot of many tapes.

You bum -shirt braggart! Don't just
stand there and do something.

None of your tapes will do your friends
any good.

When I get my hands on prisoners, they
stay that way. They are not prisoners

yet. There is the trial first.

A mere formality.

After a brief recess for lunch.

Robot, what have you heard about that
kind of judge?

It appears to be an alien 781, revised
model 94E.

They are said to be extremely tough
judges, sticklers for upholding the

letter of the law.

Oh, sadness and sorrow to be tried by a
hanging computer.

Isn't there anything we can do to help?

Perhaps. If the escaped convict were to
be found and returned to custody, the

judge might take a kinder view toward
the charges against Dr. Smith and the

Major. Oh, please find him, my dear
friend. You cannot allow them to

me. Do you think you can do it? I have
not used my trail and detect tapes for

some time.

Their servo mechanisms are quite rusty,
but I will try.

Good. And hurry.

Quick, Dr. Smith, give me that jacket.
Yes, here it is. Here it is.

Here.

My electronic scent analyzers have
locked in on the alien.

I will now shift into automatic track
and secure.

It is an unusually fine system, and one
we can all be proud of.

Is the prosecution ready?

Ready, Your Honor.

Is the defense ready?

I guess so, Your Honor.

Proceed with the prosecution.

Your computer punch card is now ready.

The jury has digested the prosecution.

Proceed with the defense.

They're as good as convicted already.

Is the defense ready?

Let offense rest.

The prisoners will face the bench.

After a fair and impartial digital
survey of all the evidence, the members

the jury have reached a verdict and
found you both guilty as charged.

Major, I'm going to faint.

Your Honor, there's been a serious
miscarriage of justice here.

Order. Order in the court.

And now I will pass the sentence of this
court.

Wait!

Your Honor, I have new evidence to
present to the court. The escaped

who will tell exactly what happened.

Very well.

The court will hear this new evidence.

Please, my dear sir, tell them what
happened.

My lips are sealed.

It's against the code of the underworld
to sing.

Nobody's asking you to sing!

Just tell them that Zachary Smith is as
innocent as a newborn babe.

I'm not a squealer. But you must squeal.
I beg of you, tell them the truth.

That's the way it is, partner.

They caught us all fair and square.

The game's up with us, Smitty. Take it
like a man.

Sentence will now be passed.

You will both be taken to prison by
Destructon, where you'll spend the rest

your lifespans at hard labor.

Warden?

Take the prisoners in charge.

Take him to the chain forge.

Yes, warden.

Major, don't leave me.

Even if I had a choice in the matter, I
still would.

Now then, who is next?

I'm afraid it's my turn, sir.

Yes, Harry.

Just as I thought. A classic criminal
profile.

But that's not my best side.

Mr. Warden, I must tell you, I may have
told some small falsehoods on special

occasions, and only when absolutely
necessary, of course, but basically I'm

very good person, don't you think?

I have been warden of this prison planet
for 500 years, and you're telling me I

can't spot a criminal type when I see
one?

No. No, of course not. You are a
criminal type. If I say so, you are

one.

If you want to get along, rule number
one is don't contradict the warden. But

wasn't contradicting. I was merely
saying... You were saying I was

And prisoners who say that end up in
solitary confinement. Do you understand?

Yes.

As I was saying.

You were saying that I'm definitely a
plastic criminal type.

And don't think that you're tough
either.

I have ways of dealing with prisoners
who think they are tough.

In fact, it's one of my many small
pleasures.

It is?

Oh, yes. It wasn't easy for Destructron
to get the reputation of being the

toughest prison planet in the entire
galaxy.

We worked very hard to get it.

And we're working just as hard to keep
it.

So you cause me any trouble at all, and
I'll make it so hard for you, you'll be

begging the guards to turn their ray
guns on you.

Oh, that won't be necessary, my dear
sir.

I'm not tough.

I'm very gentle and very kind.

You see, I've never been in a place like
this before, and I'm frightened.

You'll get used to it.

I will?

Oh, yes.

As a matter of fact, you'll have a whole
lifetime to get used to it.

Oh, please believe me.

Zachary Smith is innocent.

Ask anybody.

There is no more Zachary Smith.

You're only a prison number now.

756498273. Oh,

this is the final evening.

I'm no longer me.

I'm a prison number.

Oh, thank heavens my friends and family
will never know.

You've been assigned to work and live in
quadrant six.

One of the nicer quadrants, I trust.

This is my station.

As a matter of fact, it is the worst
quadrant in the entire galaxy.

The temperature is over 150 degrees.

And the work in that quadrant is the
hardest we have to offer.

My dear sir, I'm frightfully sorry about
disagreeing with you.

Please don't go out of your way to make
things difficult for me.

No, I won't.

You must remember that this is a prison
planet. You weren't sent here for a

vacation. Take him away.

No, just a moment.

Mr. Warden, I would like to discuss with
you the possibility of making me a

prison trustee.

No.

Take him away to the chain fort.

I'll join you all later in the viewing
tube.

No!

Quadrant six, prepare for new arrivals.

Quadrant six, quadrant six, prepare for
new arrivals.

Quadrant six.

Quadrant six.

Prepare for new arrivals.

It doesn't look too pleasant out there,
but at least it's not as hot as you said

it would be.

This viewing tube is kept at the same
pleasant atmosphere as the

buildings on the other side of the
planet. Outside, it's just as hot as I

promised you.

It's unfairly hot.

How do you expect us to survive in this
kind of temperature?

I'm too young to die.

The computer court sentenced you to here
for the rest of your lives.

It didn't say how long that would take.

I brought you some company.

Prisoner 756498002, meet Prisoner
756498273 and

756498274. Pleased to meet you, 273,
274.

Chain them up.

Just a moment.

You can't just leave us here like this.

As if it weren't bad enough to be
imprisoned in this horrible place.

We have to live chained to this monster.

Oh, you don't want to live chained to
me, huh?

Well, that can be easily arranged.

Oh, it's so hot.

I feel a splitting headache coming on.

Stop it! Can't you understand?

Threshold of pain tolerance 274.

Well, everything here is hot.

That's why they've sentenced us here to
this living death.

That's all the more reason we've got to
help each other out. Stick that much

closer together just to stay alive.

Oh, it's so hot.

Everything is so hot.

We're doomed here.

How do they expect us to work in this
heat?

Still early in the morning.

Wait until noon when it really gets hot.
Hotter than this.

That's impossible.

Twice as hot.

And with that burning wind blowing into
your face.

And no shade.

No place to hide from it.

I want to go home.

As bad as it is, this is home, Smith.

That is until Will can contact the
others and they can figure a way to get

out of here.

If you're thinking of parole, forget it.

There are no paroles on Destructon.

How can you exist without hope?

Who said anything about not having any
hope?

There's always hope for prisoners brave
enough to try to escape.

Escape? What an interesting idea.

You have a plan, of course.

I always have a plan. I should like very
much to hear it. Nothing doing. We're

staying put and making the best of it
until we get out of here legally.

I told you to forget about parole.
Forget about mercy.

You're condemned here for life.

Just how long have you been here?

282 years, or is it...

283 years.

I forget sometimes.

282 years.

I'll be an old man by then.

Major, you must get us out of this
inferno.

There's only one way. We have to escape.

I'll lead you.

Oh, I've escaped hundreds of times
already.

And you've been brought back hundreds of
times already in chains.

But not this time.

Because this time I have a fantastic
plan.

See, I've got friends on the outside who
will help me.

All we have to do is get to them, and
they'll help us.

Don't listen to them, Smith.

The guard

making his round.

Presidents in quadrant six, your work
quota is not registering on the master

computer.

Remember, no work, no ice.

No work, no ice.

Ice? They work our fingers to the bone
all day, they.

Send us a block of ice so at least we
can sleep at night.

Work hard all day for an oversized ice
cube?

I won't do it. Well, you'd better.

Tonight when it's still blazing hot, I
wish you had that nice cool ice to

around. Well, back to work time.

happy returns.

This is fun.

Patty cake, patty cake, baker's man.

Make me a cake as fast as you can. Roll
it and pat it and mark it with S. Put it

in the oven for Dr. Smith and Major
West.

Are you serious?

a true statement.

What have you got here?

I have been practicing some of the
culinary arts that were programmed into

It is called a three -layer chocolate
maple surprise.

I was going to bake an angel food cake,
but I did not think it appropriate for

Dr. Smith.

Your computers must be out of whack.

How can you bake a cake at a time like
this?

These things do not concern you.

Now, I must find an appropriate box to
put it in so that it can be delivered to

Dr. Smith and Major West.

Wait a minute. I get you.

a hacksaw or a file in there, haven't
you? That is an incorrect assumption.

Well, it's a nice cake anyway.

I guess it'll be a big comfort to Don
and Dr. Smith to know that we're

about them.

Ooh, that candleburn's funny.

You weren't kidding when you said it was
a chocolate maple surprise.

I took the liberty of baking some
plastic explosives inside the cake.

I thought it would be of more help to
them than a file or a hacksaw. Much

lighter, too. It took less yeast to make
it rise.

Robot, I'm ashamed of you. I thought you
were programmed for law and order.

I am, but I am also programmed for
justice and fair play.

Dr. Smith and the Major have been
falsely imprisoned.

It is only right that I do what I can
for them until they can get a fair

You're right, and I'll help you. No,
Will Robinson. It is much too dangerous.

I will take the risk myself.

Robot, I only want to help.

We shall see.

But first, I must make another cake.

Perhaps an angel food cake this time.

After all, it is the thought that
counts.

Now, where is my recipe?

So cool.

So nice and cool.

Lucky we got this ice tonight.

We almost didn't make our work quota.

The work is too hard for me and
everything is so hot.

I'll never make it 283 years like you
have.

You don't look like you regenerate too
well.

Regenerate? Well, I'm a Caloran from the
planet Xandor and we Calorans

regenerate every time we get killed.

Oh, dear.

How many times have you been... Killed?

11, maybe 12 times since I got here.

I lose track.

You know, you're going to be in big
trouble here if you don't regenerate.

Unless you smarten up and come up in my
escape plan, huh? And I told you nothing

doing. We're not going to get in any
more trouble by trying to escape.

A couple of more days of this heat and
you'll be begging me to take you with

All right, knock it off. Let's get some
sleep.

And think cool. We've got a tough day
ahead of us tomorrow.

I must think cool.

You'll be begging me to take you with
me.

Just wait. You'll see.

You think it's hot now.

Just wait till summertime.

Come in.

You wanted to see me, sir?

Yes.

I've been going over your report.

On the first set of rounds, guard number
10 reported that he saw the prisoners

in quadrant six just sitting and
talking.

Yes, sir, that's right.

But Creech seemed to be doing most of
the talking. The two new prisoners more

less just listened.

I knew it.

They can't fool the greatest warden in
the galaxy.

The time of imprisonment, when
multiplied by the ratio of

accelerates rapidly when divided by the
degrees of heat. They are already

planning their escape.

How can you be sure?

Are you questioning me, the greatest
warden in the universe?

Oh, no, sir. Of course not. Remember
when those prisoners tried that mass

in Quadrant 10 83 years ago? Who
anticipated their plans and was there

waiting for them with armed guards?

You were, warden. Right!

And when I say now that the prisoners in
Quadrant 6 are planning an escape, who

is right?

Well, you are, warden. Right!

You know, I'm really correct in thinking
I'm a truly marvelous warden.

And to think my mother wanted me to be a
dentist.

Yes, they're planning an escape.

But it'll be just too bad for them.
Because we'll be there ready and waiting

them, right?

Right! Wrong!

You will be there waiting for them.

I'll be taking a dip in my swimming
pool.

You know...

I've been thinking perhaps an invisible
molecular vaporizing field should be set

up around Devil's Quadrant.

Then in case they try to pass through
it... Zap!

Three little piles of ashes.

And the warden's warden has done it
again.

It has always been my experience that a
man of gracious habits and self -esteem

will always find a way to maintain his
personal appearance.

I said shut up.

There. Finished. And I'm sure I look
lovely.

Last chance, Major. You may have the
razor if you'd like it. That's not a

It's old Mordecai's pig sticker.

He slit three guards' throats with it
before they vaporized him.

Back to work time.

Your turn now, old buddy.

But you're doing so nicely, old buddy.

Smashing those big rocks with such
strong manly blows. I was very

Please continue. You're doing
splendidly. You take your choice.

You better start smashing the rocks with
this.

Or I'll start smashing your head.

No consideration for my weakened fate.

House Miller, I shall do my share. I
will not have it said that I was

my responsibilities.

Aye,

Smith.

It's all yours. Thank you. I'm sure.

Hit it harder!

I can't. It burns my hands.

Then you better stop breaking those
rocks!

Because if you don't...

We won't make our work for her.

And if that happens, we won't get our
sleeping ice.

And if that happens, I'd hate to be you.
Because that would make me very unhappy

with you, old buddy.

That's better.

Looks like some people have come to see
you.

Major, they brought our pardon, I'm sure
of it. That's why they've come, don't

you think?

I sure do hope so, Smith. Come on.

Take it easy.

Take it easy.

Too hard to move fast.

Greetings, Dr.

Smith. Greetings, Major West.

Thank heavens you arrived.

I knew you'd arrange a pardon for us.

Dr. Smith, we're trying just as hard as
we can.

We did bring you this birthday cake.

I'm burning up alive and you bring me a
cake, you pot -bellied prankster? It's

not my birthday!

You could pretend.

Oh, no, I can't believe it. We shall
have to remain here in this furnace

forever.

It doesn't feel so hot in here.

In fact, it's kind of chilly.

Yes, I know it's deliciously cold in
there, but it's frightfully hot out

All right, if you insist.

But I'm sure all my joints will get
stiff.

I hope so.

Stop shivering, Ninny. That's the least
you can do.

And may I remind you that if it weren't
for your legal pretensions, I wouldn't

be in this predicament.

Don't blame the robot, Dr. Smith. He
tried his best. We all tried.

And we'll never stop trying.

Even if it takes the rest of our lives.

Don't listen to him, Will.

I know you're trying your best.

Before we go, can I give this to
prisoners 7564 -98273? It is just a

little something to help... Brighten the
lonely hours of incarceration.

Mmm, very tasty.

Chocolate maple surprise angel food
cake.

Very unusual.

Thank you for the compliment.

It is an old family recipe.

I'll let 273 have that cake on one
condition.

Whatever you say, sir.

Next visitor's day, bake one for me and
the boys.

Oh, thank you, sir.

It would be an honor.

Boy, it is hot out here.

Here you are, Dr. Smith.

Begone, you ironborn ingrate, and take
that silly thing with you.

Take it. Have a party.

It'll be a blast.

Go, Boobie.

Dr. Smith, listen to the robot. He's
right. It'll be a blast.

A real blast.

Blast me no blast, William. Just leave
me alone to bake in this oven.

I'd better just set it down over there.

I do not want to drop it after all the
trouble I had to get it to rise.

Oops! I guess I put in too much yeast.

The warden's going to hear all about
this.

He won't be happy about it.

Get in.

That blithering bumpkin. Why didn't he
tell us that cake was wired for a blast?

And it's going to get worse.

Once the warden hears about this, he's
going to cut off our ice rations for

sure.

We have to try to escape now. Don't
listen to him, Smith.

Even if we were able to get away from
this place, we'd be escaped convicts on

the run.

They'd surely find us and bring us back.

We'd be more than escaped prisoners.

I told you, we have friends and places
to hide.

Of course.

We'd be millionaires, that's why.

Did you say millionaires? Yes,
millionaires.

Well, what difference does that make to
you?

You're not interested in trying to
escape.

On the contrary, my dear, do tell me
more.

Well, I've got a fortune in Deutronium
waiting for us out there.

Waiting with friends who'll hide us
until the heat's off.

Oh, I mean until the authorities get
tired of looking for us. Smith!

Look, we'll get out of this somehow.
Don't buy that story about escape and

hidden billions. It'll just get you in a
worse jam than you're in now.

One does not sneeze at Deutronium,
Major.

But still, I don't know.

Why are you thinking it? Just think how
nice it'll be to be somewhere nice and

cool. And with billions in Deutronium to
buy anything you might want.

To make things even more pleasant.

I'll do it.

I'll escape with you.

Don't let him know, Smith. It's
hopeless.

Don't be dumb enough to stand in our
way, are you?

Now you either come with us willingly or
we'll drag your dead body along after

us. Please don't be difficult, Major.
You must come with us or he'll kill you.

And it's much too hard to be dragging
you along after us.

Smith, you're all hard.

You shouldn't have done that.

There's entirely too much talk around
here. We've got to get out of here.

I am very upset about what my guards
have told me about your attempt to help

an escape plot.

You and your friends must realize that
escape is impossible.

The prisoners are here for life.

But it's not fair.

They're not guilty. They were framed.

The computer court doesn't agree with
your idea of innocence.

Besides, isn't the word framed too harsh
a word? There is no other word.

My computers indicate they are innocent.

You're correct.

Very plainly and very simply, your
friends were framed.

Well, then what reason would there be
for sending them to prison?

Oh, not sending them to prison.

Having them escape from prison.

We need some valuable information from
Creech, the prisoner that we had her

blocked up with.

A creature's a born escape artist.

He's tried it before and he'll try it
again.

And every time he does, we follow him.

Because we know that sooner or later he
will lead us to his accomplices.

And the great fortune and deutronium
that they've got hidden away.

But you have no right to do that.

You just can't use Don and Dr. Smith
like bait without getting their

I have the right to do anything.

Here I am in command.

Here what I say is right and what is
wrong.

Now, if your friends can help us to
solve one of the great unsolved crimes

the galaxy, then that's just what
they're going to do whether they like it

not.

That's all there is to it.

Sir. Sir.

We just got a report from the guard post
in Quadrant Six.

The prisoners are missing from their
assigned positions.

Shall I found the escape siren? No.
There's no need for that.

Everything's going just as I planned.

Have you picked up their trail yet? Oh,
yeah, sir.

They're heading for Devil's Quadrant.

Oh, beautiful.

Beautiful!

Everything just as I planned.

I love it!

Let's go and watch.

Robot, we're going to have to stop them.
We can't let Don and Dr. Smith get

vaporized. We're going to have to go
after them.

Once again, my magnificent track and
detect system will take over. Come, Will

Robinson.

Water. I must have some water.

It's just a little ways further.

You've been saying that for hours.

He's using you, Smith.

There aren't any friends out there. And
there's no fortune under Tronium.

He's lying!

There's billions in Deutronium just
waiting for us.

That's just a little bit further.

Now, are you still with me, huh?

I'm with you all the way to the bank.

Why are you still

standing there with all those billions
of eaters? I'm standing here because if

take one more step, I could be
destroyed.

What do you mean, destroyed?

Oh, we're now entering a section
separating quadrant six from the devil's

quadrant. Rumor has it that it is mined
with subatomic charges.

One false step and it could be instant
vaporization.

Oh, dear.

Smith. Yes?

Get up as carefully as you can.

Don't let anything move.

What do I do now?

Now, come back to work.

Following in your own footprint.

But I can't beat him.

I'll direct you.

Your left foot first.

Yes, yes.

Get back.

No, let it down right there.

Easy. Now your right foot.

Bring that back.

I can't see it.

About ten inches. Right there. Now your
left foot again.

Bring it back.

Further. Right there. That's it.

Now come back with your right foot.

Back further. Further. Further. Right
there.

I'm frightened.

I'm frightened. All the way. All the
way. Now back.

Thank you.

I'm safe. Oh, thank heavens.

Now, we'll never know if there really
were subatomic mines there.

You mean to say we've stopped here?

There's no way to get at all those
billions?

Oh, sure there's a way. Right through
the minefield.

As a student of modern penology, I would
venture to say that there is no

minefield at all out there. They
obviously know how scare rumors can be

magnified in the prison community.

What was that?

Just a scare rumor going up in
Smokesmith.

What are we going to do?

I'll tell you what we're going to do.
We're going back right now.

Think I solved the problem of how to get
through that minefield.

When he comes through, I'll use him as a
guinea pig to lead the way.

No, no, I won't let you do that. I mean,
he won't let you do that.

Oh, well, maybe you can just convince
him.

I can try.

Robot, we can't stop now. We've got to
push on toward the Devil's Quadrant and

hope we can find Don and Dr. Smith there
in time.

What's the matter?

My sensors indicate concentrations of
highly radioactive material beneath the

ground ahead of us. What does that mean?
A minefield.

We're going to have to pass through it
fast if we're going to catch up with

them. There is only one way.

Stay here.

I will try to detonate the mines and
create a passage through the minefield.

Can you do it? If the subatomic
explosive charges...

are under ten alpatrons. My structure
will withstand them. If not, goodbye,

Robinson. Robot!

That was an eight -alpatron charge.

My sensors also indicate that we have
come to the end of the minefield.

If you can give me a push to start me,
we can be on our way.

I refuse to go another foot, not another
inch.

See?

You are now entering Devil Quadrant.

All we have to do is walk the length of
this canyon, and we're home

free. And we collect that fortune in
deuterium.

Of course. That's right for us, too.

Come on. Don't listen to him, Smith. If
you go across that line, you'll be a

hunted man.

You shouldn't have done that.

Are you hurt, Bader?

Oh, good heavens, you are a wicked man.

There's nothing stopping us now. Come
on.

But he's hurt. I can't leave him here
like this.

Last chance, Smith.

Are you coming with me?

Or are you staying here?

But who's going to take care of him?

Look at it this way.

Who's going to take care of those
billions in Deutronium?

Get up, speed up.

Get your feet up. Here, here.

Oh, dear. Why can't things be simple and
uncomplicated for me?

Well, make up your mind. There's no more
time.

I can't leave him here like this.

Okay. Have it your way.

indeed. Your meddling major cost me a
fortune in Deutronium. That is what

happened.

Are you all right?

Yeah, I guess so.

All right to go back to Breaking Rocks
in quarter and six.

Oh, no.

No, I refuse to go back to that terrible
place.

Who said anything about taking you back?

After all, you're all heroes.

Knowing that Creech was going this way
enabled my guards to capture his entire

gang and the missing deutronium.

Prisoner 756 -498 -273 and 756 -498
-274, I have something for you.

Your complete pardon.

Prisoner's effect.

And thank you for a job well done.

Thank you indeed.

That's hardly enough considering all the
agony we've endured.

Of course it's not enough.

Here you are.

Five silver pieces for you, 273.

And for you, 274. Well, it's better than
nothing.

Oh, and a pair of new boots for each of
you.

Now that we're old friends, you don't
mind if I call you 273 and 274.

And good luck.

On the outside world? If we never meet
again, it'll be much too soon.

Oh, and remember, if you can't make it
on the outside, the warden's warden

has a warm place waiting for you.

Oh.