All language subtitles for 18-S3E20 - Fugitives In Space-eng

[ Horn Blowing ]

[ Man Over P.A. ]
Prison Quadrant Number 5:

All inmates prepare
for inspection.

Prison Quadrant Number 5:
All inmates prepare for inspection.

Prison Quadrant Number 5:
All inmates prepare for inspection.

[ Engine Revving ]

[ Horn Blowing ]

- [ Engine Revving ]
- [ Weapon Whirring ]

- Come on, Smith. You're supposed to be helping.
- My presence here is help enough.

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 at the funny part.

- Hurry up!
- Oh, very well.

- Well, what is it?
- Tap the pin while I hold this in place.

- With what?
- The hammer.

- Where is it?
- There!

- Here?
- There!

- Smith, I oughta--
- It's not my fault.

I told you I was not well enough
to do all this heavy work. [ Gasps ]

Major, you wouldn't
strike an invalid!

- Get out of here, Smith. Just get out of my sight!
- Splendid idea.

I'll go.

[ Screeches ]
Major! Come quickly!

- He's dead! I know he's dead!
- Stop your wailing.

He's not dead. He's-- He's probably
had some kind of an accident.

From the look of him,
he's 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!

- [ Screeches ]
- One sound, and you're dead.

I-- 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 stalled out...

and I crashed.

- You alone here in this freezing 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.
- You really wanna 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, give me your jacket,
or I'll tear it off and 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.

[ Grunts ] I do hope I don't run in
to anybody that knows me.

[ Engine Revving,
Vehicle Approaching ]

[ Vehicle Screeching ]

- That could be the one.
- 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'll be pleased with us...

capturing 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!

What are you doing?

- Okay, okay. You'd better 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'd better let him go.
- Interfere and you'll be destroyed.

- [ Vehicle Screeching ]
- [ Horn Blowing ]

Stop! This isn't
the escaped prisoner.

- Oh, thank heaven.
- But Warden--

- Thank you, Warden. You came just in time.
- Yes. It appears so.

Where is the prisoner
that you helped to escape?

- 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 42-B
of the Intergalactic Penal Code?

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

Ignorance of the law
is no excuse.

Somebody must've
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?

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.
They threatened me.

- Why, you--
- [ Warden Yells ]

You're aware, of course,
that article 863-D...

of the Intergalactic Penal Code
provides that it is a felony...

not to try to forcibly stop a person
or persons 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 Criminal Procedure...

and tried for your crimes.

- We haven't committed any crimes.
- Don't try anything foolish.
It won't do you any good.

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

- March!
- Warden, it's your responsibility to protect me!

I said march!

Don! Dr. Smith!

- What happened?
- They're under arrest. 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. [ Scoffs ]

Imagine trying to
help a prisoner to escape.

- No one escapes my prison!
- But I'm innocent, I tell you!

Look. Five hundred years
of penal perfection.

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

[ Chuckles ] They don't call me
the "warden's warden" for nothing.

But 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.

[ Will ]
Instant trial?

[ High-frequency Tone ]

Hear ye! Hear ye!
The First Circuit Computer Control Court...

is now in session.

Judge 781, revised model 94-E...

presiding.

Good afternoon, Your Honor. The 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.

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

Hey, 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 I.R.T.

- Robot, didn't you tell me
that you majored in premed?
- I did.

But I also majored in law.
I am a robot of many tapes.

You bumptious braggart!
Don't just stand there. 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 94-E.

They are said
to be extremely tough judges...

sticklers for
upholding the exact letter of the law.

Oh, sadness, oh, 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 incarcerate me.

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

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

Good. And hurry.
Quick, Dr. Smith. Give me that jacket.

Yes. Yes, here it is.
Here it is.

Here.

[ Mechanical Whirring ]

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.

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

- [ Judge ] 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.

[ Bell Dings,
Computer Tabulates ]

[ Judge ]
The jury has digested the prosecution.

Proceed with the defense.

They're as good
as convicted already.

[ Judge ]
Is the defense ready?

[ Bell Dings ]

[ Bell Dings,
Computer Tabulates ]

Your Honor, the defense rests.

The prisoners
will face the bench.

After a fair and impartial digital survey
of all the evidence...

the members of 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!

[ Robot ]
Your Honor, I have new evidence...

to present to the court: the escaped convict,
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
Zachary Smith is as innocent as a newborn babe.

- I'm not a squealer.
- [ Dr. Smith ] 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 planet Destructon...

where you'll spend
the rest of your life spans at hard labor.

- [ Gavel Bangs ]
- Warden, take the prisoners in charge.

- Take him to the chain forge.
- Yes, Warden.

- Major, don't leave me.
- 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, sirree.

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 a 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 definitely one.

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

- But I wasn't contradicting. I was merely saying--
- You were saying I was mistaken...

and prisoners who say that end up
in solitary confinement, do you understand?

Yes.

- Now, as I was saying--
- You were saying...

that I'm definitely
a classic 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 Destructon
to get the reputation...

of being the toughest prison planet
in the entire galaxy.

We worked very hard to get it.

We're working just as hard
to keep it.

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

you'll be begging the guards
to turn their ray guns on you!

That won't be necessary, my dear sir.
I'm-- I'm not tough.

I'm very gentle. I'm 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.
- [ Yelps ]

Oh, this is the final ignominy.

I'm no longer me.
I'm a prison number.

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

You're assigned to work
and live in Quadrant 6.

One of the nicer quadrants,
I trust, as befits 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.

[ Gasps ]
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 forge!

- I'll join you all later in the viewing tube.
- No!

[ Horn Blowing ]

- [ Man Over P.A. ] Quadrant 6,
prepare for new arrivals.
- [ Clanking ]

Quadrant 6-- Quadrant 6,
prepare for new arrivals.

Quadrant 6-- Quadrant 6,
prepare for new arrivals.

[ Horn Blows ]

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 administration buildings
on the other side of the planet.

Outside is just as hot
as I promised you.

[ Both Gasping ]

It's unbearably hot. How do you expect us
to survive in this kind of temperature?

I'm too young to die.

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

It didn't say how long
that would take.

I brought you some company.
Prisoner 756498002...

meet prisoners 756498273
and 756498274.

Pleased to meet you, 273, 274.

Chain them up!

Just a moment.
You can't just leave us here like this.

[ Whip Cracks ]

- [ Whip Cracks ]
- [ Horn Blows ]

Ohh, 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 wanna live
chained to me, huh?

Well, that can be easily arranged.

Oh, it's so hot.

I feel a splitting headache
coming on.

- Oh, no, you don't!
- [ Dr. Smith Yelps ]

Stop it. Can't you understand
we're all in this together?

- Oh, that's hot!
- [ Chuckles ]

You got a pretty low threshold
of pain tolerance, 274.

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?

It's still early in the morning.
[ Chuckling ]

- 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 us 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 to hear it.
- Nothing doing. We're staying put...

making the best of it
till we get out of here legally.

I told you to forget about paroles,
forget about mercy.

- You're condemned here for life.
- Just--

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. 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!

I've got friends
on the outside who'll help me.

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

- Don't listen to him, Smith.
- [ Horn Blows ]

- What was that?
- [ Horn Continues Blowing ]

Only the guard
making his rounds.

[ Horn Blows ]

[ Horn Blows ]

[ Man Over P.A. ]
Prisoners in Quadrant 6...

your work quota is not registering
on the master computer.

Remember:
no work, no ice.

No work, no ice.

- Ice?
- We 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...

you'll wish you had that nice,
cool ice to huddle around.

Well, back-to-work time.

"Pal Zachary.
Many happy returns."

This is fun.

Patty cake, patty cake,
baker's man...

bake 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.
[ Laughing ]

Are you serious?

Robot, how can you
carry on as if nothing has happened...

when Don and Dr. Smith are gonna
spend the rest of their lives in prison?

- That is not necessarily a true statement.
- What have you got here?

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

It is called a three-layer
chocolate maple surprise.

I was going to make 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.

You've baked 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 we're thinking about them.

Whoo! That candle
burns funny.

- Hurry! We must get out of here!
- What? What happened? What?

- Don't ask questions! Just get out of here!
- What do you mean?

- Don't ask questions! Just get out of here!
- What do you mean?

Boy, 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 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'm 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 trial.

- 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 bake another cake.

Perhaps an angel food cake this time.

After all,
it is the thought that counts.

Now, where is my recipe?

Oh, it's so cool,
so nice and cool.

We're lucky we got this ice tonight.
We almost didn't make our work quota.

The work is too hard for me,
and everything's 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 Kaloron from the planet Zandor.

We Kalorons regenerate
every time we get killed.

- Oh, dear. How many times have you been--
- Killed?

Uh, 11, maybe 12 times
since I got here. I lose track.

You're gonna 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 gonna
get in any more trouble by trying to escape.

Couple more days of this heat,
and you'll be begging me to take you with me.

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 beggin' me to take you with me.

Just wait. You'll see.

You think it's hot now?
Just wait till summer comes.

[ Whip Cracks ]

- Come in.
- You wanted to see me, sir?

Yes. I've been
going over your reports.

On the first set of rounds,
Guard Number 10 reported...

that he saw the prisoners
in Quadrant 6 just sitting and talking.

Yes, sir. That's right.

But Creech seemed
to be doing most of the talking.

The two new prisoners
more or 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 discontentment...

accelerates rapidly
when divided by the degrees of heat.

They are already
planning their escape.

But 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 escape in Quadrant 10, 83 years ago?

Who anticipated their plans and was there,
ready and 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?

- You are, Warden.
- Right!

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

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 for 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.

And 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 to shut up.

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

Last chance, Major.
You may have the razor if you'd like it.

[ Creech Laughs ] That's not a razor.
It's old Mordikon's pigsticker.

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

[ Grunts In Disgust ]

[ Horn Blowing ]

Back-to-work time.

Well, 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 impressed. Please continue.
You're doing splendidly.

You take your choice. You'd better start
smashin' the rocks with this...

- or I'll start smashin' your head, huh?
- [ Gasps ]

No consideration for my weakened state.
How some ever, I shall do my share.

I will not have it said
that I was shirking my responsibilities.

- [ Gasps ]
- All right, Smith.

- It's all yours.
- Thank you... I am sure.

Hit it harder.

I can't. It burns my hands.

Listen. You'd better start
breaking those rocks, because if you don't...

we won't make our work quota!

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.

[ Horn Blows ]

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.

[ Creech ] Take it easy. Take it easy.
It's too hot to move fast.

[ Robot ] 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 potbellied 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 here!

[ Robot ] 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 Prisoner 756498273?

can I give this
to Prisoner 756498273?

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 visitors' 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.

Be gone, you iron-born ingrate,
and take that silly thing with you.

Take it. Have a party.
It'll be a blast.

- Go, booby!
- 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 gonna hear all about this.
[ Grunts ]

He won't be happy about it.
Get in.

[ Horn Blowing ]

[ Horn Blowing ]

That blithering bumpkin.

- Why didn't he tell us that cake
was wired for a blast?
- And it's gonna get worse.

Once the warden hears about this,
he's gonna 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 ya.
We have friends and places to hide.

Because we'd be millionaires,
that's why.

- [ Chuckles ]
- Did you say millionaires?

Yes. Millionaires.
What difference does that make to you?

You're not interested
in trying to escape.

On the contrary, my dear sir.
Do tell me more.

Well, I've got a fortune in deutronium
waitin' for us out there...

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

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

- [ Don ] Smith.
- [ Dr. Smith ] What?

We'll get out of this somehow. Don't buy
that story about escape and hidden billions.

He'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.

While you're thinkin', just think how nice
it'll be to be somewhere nice and cool.

And with billions in deutronium
to buy anything you want...

to make things
even more pleasant.

- I'll do it. I'll escape with you.
- Ha!

Don't listen to him, Smith.
It's hopeless.

Are you 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 hot to be
dragging you along after us.

Smith, you're all heart.

- You shouldn't have done that.
- There's entirely too much talk around here.

We gotta get outta here.

[ Horn Blows ]

I am very upset about what
my guards have told me...

about your attempt to help
in 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.

[ Chuckles ]

You're correct. Very plainly and very simply,
your friends were framed.

Then what reason would there be
for sending them to prison?

Oh, no, no.
Not sending them to prison.

Having them escape
from prison.

We need
some valuable information from Creech...

the prisoner we had 'em
locked up with.

Creech is 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 sooner or later...

he will lead us
to his accomplices...

and the great fortune in 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 approval.

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 of the galaxy...

then that's just what
they're going to do...

whether they like it or not.

That's all there is to it!

Sir! Sir, we just got a report
from the guard post in Quadrant 6.

The prisoners are missing
from their assigned positions.

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

Everything's going
just as I planned.

- Have you picked up their trail yet?
- Yes, sir.

- They're heading for Devil's Quadrant.
- [ Chuckles ] Beautiful.

Beautiful!
Everything just as I planned.

- I love it!
- [ Whip Cracks ]

Let's go and watch.

Robot, we're gonna
have to stop them.

We can't let Don and Dr. Smith get vaporized.
We're gonna 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 in deutronium.
- He's lyin'!

There's billions in deutronium
just waitin' for us!

It's just a little bit further.
Now, you still with me, huh?

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

[ Yells ]

Why are you still standing there
when all those billions await us?

I'm standing here because
I take one more step, I could be destroyed.

What do you mean destroyed?

We're now entering a section separating
Quadrant 6 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!

- [ Grunts ] What do I do now?
- Now come back to us...

following
in your own footprints.

- But I can't see them.
- I'll direct you.

- Your left foot first.
- Left. Yes.

Come back. Don't let it down.
Right there.

- Back.
- Now your right foot. Bring that back.

- I can't see.
- About 10 inches. Right there.

- [ Yelps ]
- Down. Your left foot again. Bring it back. Further!

- [ Yelps ]
- 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.
- [ Yelps ]

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're 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 a prison community.

- What was that?
- Just a scare rumor going up in smoke, Smith.

- What are we gonna do?
- I'll tell you what we're gonna do.

We're goin' back right now.

I think I solved the problem
of how to get through that minefield!

When he comes to, 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.

Ooh, well, maybe you can just convince him.

- [ Growls ]
- I can try.

Robot, we can't stop now. We've gotta
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 gonna have to pass through it fast
if we're gonna 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 10 alphatrons,
my structure will withstand them.

If not, good-bye,
Will Robinson.

Robot!

That was
an eight alphatron charge.

That was a six.

That was a nine!

- Are you all right?
- That was an 11.3...

perhaps even a 12.1.

- Can you keep going?
- Affirmative.

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

If you could
give me a push to start me...

[ Grunts ]
we can be on our way. [ Coughs ]

I refuse to go another foot--
not another inch.

See? [ Chuckles ]
I told you I'd get us there.

Right at the end
of this canyon.

"Welcome. You are now...

entering Devil's Quadrant."

[ Laughs ]

All we have to do
is walk the length of this canyon...

and we're home free!

And we collect that fortune
in deutronium.

Of course!
That's waiting 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, Major?

Ohh, good heavens,
you are a wicked one.

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?
- Well, look at it this way.

Who's gonna take care
of those billions in deutronium?

- Oh, dear.
- Get your feet up. Get your feet up.

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

Come on. Make up your mind.
There's no more time. Come on. Let's go.

I can't. I can't
leave him here like this.

Okay.
Have it your way.

So long, sucker.

Dr. Smith, no!

No! Stop!

- Smith, what happened?
- What happened, 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 Quadrant 6.

[ Horn Blows ]

[ Dr. Smith ] 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 756498273
and 756498274...

I have something for you.

Your complete pardon.

Prisoners' effects.

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.