All language subtitles for 22-S3E24-eng

Ah, yes, William.

There can be no doubt
that my memoirs...

will be one of the biggest sellers
in the history of literature.

- What's the title?
- Outer Space and I by Dr. Zachary Smith.

- I can hardly wait to read it.
- And so you shall, William.

By accident, I scanned
a couple of pages. Let me quote--

Mind your manners, ninny,
or you'll lose your friends!

- [ Beeping ]
- [ Explosion ]

Warning! Warning!
Fire in the port fuel cells!

[ Yelps ]
Hurry, William.

Hurry before the fire
spreads to the reactors.

Smith!

[ Don On Speaker ]
Get up here on the double!

I'm quite busy at
the moment, Major.

Dr. Smith reports
that he is busy at the moment.

Smith, get up here
and I mean now!

Dr. Smith, you'd better
get up there!

There must be
something wrong!

Oh, very well, William.

How can they expect
an artist to be creative...

when he's constantly being harassed
by the elements and his dreary fellow man?

Stand aside, sir.

- Don, we've got to take the chance.
- Yeah, I guess you're right.

That fire knocked out
all the long-range sensing equipment.

You, um--
You wish to see me?

Yes.

- Pick one.
- For what purpose, may I ask?

One of our atomizing fuel tanks
isn't functioning properly.

That's what caused the fire.

Bottom line is that we have to land
and repair it immediately...

or we risk blowing up
the entire ship.

- Then, by all means, let us do so.
- See there?

[ John ]
That's a cosmic cloud.

I don't want to endanger the lives
of those aboard without first checking it out.

So one of us will take the space pod
and execute a test probe.

All right, we'll each draw one.
The short one goes.

If it's left to me, I go.

But why endanger our precious lives?
We could send the Robot.

No, the job might call for some unusual
reflex actions for which he's not programmed.

If you were half the good friend
you claim to be...

you would volunteer for this task.

Professor Robinson
wishes me to remain here.

Indeed. The simple truth
is that you're afraid.

Soft living has
made you spineless!

Here, sir.
The white feather of a coward.

Cruelty, cruelty,
thy name is Smith.

All right. Let's get on with it.

[ Moans ]
Oh, dear me.

The space pod will
be ready to leave in five minutes.

- Let's go.
- [ Screwdrivers Clatter ]

Doomed. I'm doomed.

And right smack in the middle
of my most exciting chapter.

That cosmic cloud is probably harmless.
But you can never tell until you get in it.

For once in your miserable life, Smith,
try to act like a man.

You are cold and cruel, Major.

Give the others my love...

and tell them that my last thoughts
were of their kind faces.

- Once you reach the cloud,
send back immediately.
- [ Rumble ]

The space pod--
It's gone!

- Oh, thank heavens. I'm saved.
- Someone must have released it.

Blessings on him,
whoever it was.

Space pod calling Jupiter 2.

This is the space pod
calling Jupiter 2.

Jupiter 2,
do you read me, over?

- That's the Robot's voice.
- Space pod calling Jupiter 2, over.

It couldn't be, Don. I saw him
below deck just a few minutes ago.

It's a trick, I'm sure--
An alien trick.

Unless that booby is
practicing ventriloquism.

Jupiter 2, this is the Robot calling.
Do you read me, over?

That is the Robot.
Keep him talking.

Don, let's patch in
the tape recorder.

We read you, Robot.
But what are you doing in the space pod?

Dr. Smith was supposed to
make the test probe.

For this task, I am better equipped.
I am braver.

- Well, be careful, Robot.
- I shall exert every precaution.

And now, farewell. I am preparing
to dive through the cosmic cloud.

The Robot's just about the best friend
anyone could have, Dr. Smith.

I mean, we just couldn't do without him.
You've got to admit that.

You're absolutely right, William.

As I have said many, many times
in the past...

he's true-blue,
all the way through.

Jupiter 2, this is the Robot.

I have passed through the cosmic cloud,
and there is no danger.

I am now landing on a planet.

I will send back a report
immediately. Over and out.

That solves one problem.

Jupiter 2,
Robot reporting.

All conditions
appear to be-- Who?

What is it?

They have me!
They have me!

This is the end!
[ Yells ]

[ Clanking ]

[ Clanking ]

Mark my words.
We shall all rue this decision.

The malfunctioning
fuel tank has to be fixed.

Well, couldn't it
be repaired in space?

Of course not. And what about your
true-blue friend, the Robot?

A robot is replaceable,
but not Dr. Zachary Smith.

[ Don ]
Prepare below for a hard landing.

We're entering
the magnetic zone.

[ Will ]
All secure below for a hard landing.

And stay below after
we've landed.

Strap in, Smith!

Yes. Yes, of course.

- All right. Here we go.
- [ Thrusters Firing ]

All right.
Check around outside.

I'm going down to the power core
to check the fuel tank.

- If it goes, we're all done for.
- Right.

Here, Smith.
Put this on. You'll need it.

No, Major. I think not. Perhaps
I should stay to tend to the children.

After all, they do need
some protection, you know.

Don, can I go out with you?
I've just gotta find the Robot.

All right, Will.
Come on.

Wrecked machines,
thousands of 'em!

If they're activated
and repaired,

each of them is capable
of destroying us.

Robot!

- Let's take a look around.
- I'll check the pod.

- Robot!
- Careful, William. It may be a trick.

This is nothing but a shell.
No working parts inside.

No sign of the Robot.
None of these machines are operational.

It's like a-- a giant junkyard.

- [ Moaning ]
- What was that?

Maybe it's the Robot!

It came from
over there somewhere.

[ Moaning ]

[ Groaning ]

[ Yelps ]

- Will, help.
- Robot!

Good heavens!
Is there no end to your idiocy?

Get down from there at once,
you bumbling birdbrain!

It looks like
some sort of electromagnet.

That must be the controls.

Let's not touch anything until
we're sure of what we're doing.

- I wonder what this one does.
- [ Don ] Smith!

[ Crash ]

Careful, Major, careful.
William, easy does it.

Yes, easy does it.
Careful.

[ Sighs ]
Splendid.

Are you all right?

Except for a slight tingling sensation
in my rotor, I am functional.

Only a complete moron could
get himself into such a predicament.

Well, what happened?
You sure had us worried.

I was suddenly grabbed from behind
by a powerful force.

My sensors recalled nothing
until you, my dear friends, saved me.

More's the pity.
Just remember you owe all of us a debt.

Shut up, Smith.
We haven't seen any form of alien life.

You may have been picked up
accidentally by this magnetic machine.

[ Roaring ]

Look out!

- Where did that come from?
- We could all have been killed in our tracks!

- I suggest we return to--
- [ Roaring ]

Get moving!

[ Roaring Continues ]

Oh, dear.
The next one will surely hit us.

We'd better get back
to the spaceship.

- Oh, I'm completely exhausted.
- I'll check inside.

- We'll stand guard out here.
- Right.

Oh, William, there's a limit to
how much flesh and bone can endure.

Dr. Smith, some rest and you'll be fine.
Won't he, Robot?

- Affirmative.
- I think I'd better check your central dial.

- Thank you, Will.
- I'm afraid I shall never be the same. Never.

[ Yells ]
William!

[ Will ]
I think it's alive!

[ Springs Bouncing ]

It cannot be real.

[ Gears Creaking ]

I'm Will Robinson
from the planet Earth.

Earth?
Never heard of the place.

You are the strangest-looking junk
that's ever been dropped here.

Junk?

Nice piece of metal.
Should melt down very nicely.

- Melt down?
- In my blast furnace.

All space junk falls
onto this planet.

Then I melt it down.

[ Chuckles ]
And I keep on stockpiling it.

I have cornered
the intergalactic junk market.

Well, I'm sorry, sir,
but you've made a mistake.

- That's our spaceship, and we need it.
- Oh, indeed we do.

[ Springs Bouncing ]

- I'll give you a good price for it.
- It's not for sale.

It's a pity.
Beautiful chunk of scrap.

Just, uh-- Just what is
this place, may I ask?

As I told you before, the intergalactic
junkyard, and I'm the Junkman.

This whole planet
belongs to me.

[ Chuckles ]
From Earth you said?

You are not particularly bright.

Now just one moment, sir!
Just one moment!

You are quite mistaken, you know.

We are all Earth creatures
of superior intellect, especially me.

- You certainly are not put together very well.
- Indeed?

I would hardly describe your construction
as a thing of beauty, sir.

Well, maybe I'm not the prettiest thing
you've ever seen...

but I'm making improvements!

Well, I think I have
got to get back to work.

You are sure you don't want to sell me
this spaceship, eh?

No, thank you, Mr. Junkman.

Too bad. See you.

William!

[ Rumbling ]

Oh, we can't leave this terrible place
fast enough for me.

Fuel tank's repaired.
We can lift off.

Oh, I can hardly wait.

Imagine, a whole planet
that's nothing but a junkyard.

[ John ] Ready to test for liftoff
down here, Don.

Anytime. The fuel gauges
are working perfectly.

How do the fuel valves check out
down in the power core?

They're okay.

All right, let her go.
Test fire all banks.

Right.

[ Thrusters Fire ]

- We're not lifting.
- Don, what is it?

I don't know. We're
getting enough thrust.

[ Robot ] This spaceship is incapable
of flight, Major West.

It is being held by the incredible
magnetic force of a junk planet.

You mean we're stuck
in this dreadful place?

- Mother, we're unable to lift off.
- Really?

Well, we're in
more trouble than that.

Our entire food supply has been contaminated
by some sort of, oh, a rust blight.

The hydroponic garden is ruined.

- Oh, but we still have our freezer units.
- No, we haven't.

Whatever this rust blight is,
it's resistant to cold.

- There's not a thing that's edible,
even in the lockers.
- [ Sighs ]

[ Screams ]

You are never going to leave here.

Nothing ever leaves
the junk planet.

Boy, something
really smells bad!

My sensors
are also repelled.

Whatever that is, Dr. Smith,
I hope you're not going to eat it.

In times of desperate
need, William...

one cannot afford
to be choosy about one's diet.

Dr. Smith, don't worry.

Everything will be all right
if you just keep your spirits up.

Unfortunately, William, my stomach
cannot sustain itself on optimism.

It is my opinion that you can live
for weeks on your own body fat.

Spare me your inept
scientific analysis.

We're gonna go look for some food.
Would you like to come with us?

And leave this delicious
tidbit uneaten? Certainly not.

The rest of the family is out searching
for edibles. You should do your part.

I have no interest in
your moronic moralizing. Begone!

Well, suit yourself, Dr. Smith.

- Enjoy your... supper.
- I shall.

Bon app�tit.

Bah!

No matter how adverse the adversities,
one must never let down one's standards.

A bit of candlelight,
a jug of wine and thou.

No jug,
and almost no thou.

Greetings,
Earth machine!

What a fearful din! Don't I have
enough trouble without you shaking...

and clanking
all over the place?

You appear unhappy.
Why are you unhappy?

If you really must know,
I'm hungry.

In actual fact, I'm starving.

Then why don't you eat?
There's plenty of food about.

Earthlings cannot eat metal.

Well, you are dining on leather!

Only as a last resort...
to sustain life.

You certainly are flimsily
and badly put together.

Indeed! In comparison
to yourself, I'm a work of art!

And may I add that what you lack in tact,
you more than make up in brass!

If I would have had
the right materials...

the results would
have been very different.

- [ Grunts ]
- [ Springs Bouncing ]

[ Gasping ]

- [ Springs Bouncing ]
- [ Grunting ]

[ Exhaling ]

What I need most
is a stability unit.

A stability unit? My Robot has one,
a splendid one as I remember.

Yes, of course he has.
And you need one?

How very interesting.

Tell me, my dear sir, if I were to get you
this stability unit...

could you arrange to
get me some proper food?

Plenty of it, from the food lockers
of junked space vehicles.

Probably crawling
with the rust blight.

Oh, no.
Quite the contrary.

Only the food in your
food lockers is contaminated.

Do you like beef Stroganoff?

Beef Stroganoff?
Oh, dear heavens, I adore it.

When do I get
my stability unit?

- Tomorrow night.
- I can hardly wait!

- [ Laughs ]
- Just remember...

that my beef Stroganoff must be delicately
laced with sour cream and a good wine.

Delicately laced with
sour cream and good wine.

You have my word on it.

- [ Springs Bouncing ]
- Oh, how happy, happy, happy I will be...

to finally be completely stable.

Beef Stroganoff.

Oh, joy, oh, bliss.

Oh, good heavens. Why didn't I think
to order crepe suzette for dessert?

[ Robot ]
Dr. Smith!

- Why are you not asleep?
- Hush, my dear friend.

I wish to discuss
an important matter with you.

My memory banks are filled with
the secret talks we have had in the past.

The results were always the same.

The treacherous, selfish,
cowardly Dr. Smith...

betrayed the sweet,
gentle and trusting Robot.

You hurt me to the quick.
That was the old Zachary Smith.

I've turned over a new leaf. I'm acting
now for the good of all, believe me.

I do not, but proceed.

My trusty aide, you know
how desperate is our plight.

Not only are we stranded
on this dreadful planet...

but we are starving as well.

Our situation is indeed bad,
and yours is worse.

You have run out of boots.

In times of danger,
sacrifices must be made.

So once again,
my dear sir...

it is you who will have the privilege
of saving our intrepid little band.

Tell me what I must do,
and I shall do it.

Bravo! My stalwart sortie, bravo!

The Junkman is willing
to trade us some food...

for some of your
mechanical parts.

You want me to give me away?

Only a few insignificant
tubes and wires...

to save the lives of William and Judy
and dear, dear Penny.

What an unthinking brute I am.

- For my friends I would do anything. Anything!
- Blessings on you.

I think I'm going to cry.

Thank you, Dr. Smith. Now, let us go
and find the Junkman.

Yes. And always remember...

the good you do comes back to you.

Proceed.

Oh, we're so grateful
to you, Dr. Smith.

I don't think Will and Penny could've
gone another minute without food.

Still your fears, my dear.
Our starvation is over.

From now on, the Junkman
will supply us with everything we need.

I can't understand why
he suddenly became so generous.

The explanation is quite simple.

I appealed to his better nature.

Mmm.

Well, just the same, I think
I'll check the spaceship.

- If anything's missing--
- A typical Major West reaction.

Always greet kindness
with distrust.

Now, look, Smith,
we appreciate the food...

but if you're up to your old tricks,
heaven help you.

Let me assure you, Major.
I acted only with honor--

A word which is alien
to your nature.

Will you hurry?
The Junkman is waiting for us.

I am moving as fast as possible.

My coordinators are not
functioning properly.

That's because your stability unit
is gone. Now come along.

Come, come, come.
Don't dawdle.

Perhaps I made a mistake
in giving it to the Junkman.

How can you say
such a thing?

We did it for the good of all,
remember?

Come, come, come.

Yes, for my family.

It was a pleasure to see
how they enjoyed that beef Stroganoff.

I knew you'd be pleased.
Now, come along.

[ Crashing ]

Mr. Junkman!

Dr. Smith, I was getting worried.

Not to worry, sir.
Well, how do your new parts fit?

Heh! As you can
easily see, very well.

Of course, I'm far
from being the machine I wish to be.

Warning! Danger!

Mr. Junkman!

Stop! It is useless to protest!

Stop! It is useless to protest!

- Why is it moving?
- All machines end up in my junkyard.

It must accept that fact.

[ Gasps ]

Mr. Junkman, it's gone.

I had to demolecularize it.

It's a pity. A lot of
good metal is lost.

How sad. What was
wrong with the machine?

It refused to accept its fate.

It occasionally happens,
a little mechanical rebellion.

Well, actually,
you have to admire them.

It shows how
well-built they are.

No metal fatigue there.

This is where we all
must end up eventually.

You, not I.

Well, now, let us get back
to the business at hand.

I need some more parts.

Well, just tell me what
you require, sir.

We will be more than
happy to supply them.

- I will speak for myself, Dr. Smith.
- He will speak for himself.

What is it you need?

I have decided to exchange
my electrical system to transistors...

and I will need yours.

That is not one of the parts
we agreed on before.

If my suggestion is not agreeable,
let us forget it.

Sorry, Dr. Smith.
I have no food for you.

For shame, sir,
thinking only of yourself...

when your dear loved ones
are in such dire need.

Forgive me, Dr. Smith. I will be
most happy to give up my transistors.

I forgive you.
We will keep our bargain, sir.

If you will excuse me,
I will remove the parts you wish.

- He's extremely modest.
- Hmm.

Now, Dr. Smith,
it has occurred to me...

that there is more to life
than this little planet.

I want to see some of it.

Perhaps even... Earth.

How would you leave here?

In your spaceship.

If and when
we leave this planet...

we would be more than
happy to oblige you...

but you see, we are a bit
overcrowded, I'm afraid.

Dr. Smith, you do not
understand me at all.

When I leave here,
we will leave together.

I plan to take your ship...

and nothing will stop me.

Trying to concentrate with that metal
falling all over the spaceship's impossible.

- It's setting my nerves on edge too.
- [ Roaring ]

- Oh!
- This junk delivery should be over soon.

Oh, I've never felt so
frustrated in all my life.

Here we are with a spaceship
in perfect flying condition...

and we can't even
get off the ground!

- Oh, did you find out anything, Don?
- Plenty.

According to the test
we just made,

the Jupiter 2 isn't being
held on this planet by a magnetic field.

- Are you sure?
- We checked our calculations twice.

Well, what
could be holding us?

Well, my guess would be
some kind of a machine that, uh...

also attracts junk
metal to this area.

Then all we have to do
is find that machine and turn it off.

That's right Penny. But there must be
thousands of machines out there.

We could have the Robot
locate it for us.

Yeah, let's hope so.
Boy, he's been acting strange lately.

Mmm. Dr. Smith said he was suffering the
effects of being grabbed by the magnet.

Mmm. I don't suppose it would hurt
to ask him. Where is the Robot?

- Come to think of it, I haven't seen him all day.
- The Robot's outside!

[ Don Sighs ]
Boy, he looks in bad shape.

I hope he wasn't hit
by a piece of metal.

If Smith forgot and
left him out there, I'll break his neck.

Judy, get Will and
Dr. Smith for me.

Penny, let's check the Robot.

[ Groans ]

[ Groaning ]

- Why weren't you inside the spaceship?
- My fault.

- Did not have the strength.
- What's the matter with you?

Nothing.
I am in great shape.

[ Moans ]

Sir, sir. Have you
seen the Junkman?

- Here I am.
- What? Who are you?

Well, you surely recognize me,
Dr. Smith.

- The Junkman.
- What-- What happened to you?

[ Chuckles ]
With the parts from your Robot...

I have redesigned myself
from head to toe.

- Well, that's quite remarkable.
- Affirmative.

[ Chuckles ] If you brought that
for me, it is not necessary.

I'm perfectly content as I am.

- As a matter of fact, I am perfect, period.
- Indeed.

One never knows when one needs
a spare diode unit.

Mmm. Put it back in your Robot.

My dear Mr. Junkman,
very often a spare part...

means the difference
between life and death.

Now then, have you
got my food ready?

[ Chuckles ]
Our agreement is at an end, Dr. Smith.

There is no longer anything
I need from you.

For shame, sir.
Would you have us starve?

Your problems is not my concern,
my good Dr. Smith.

Mr. Junkman, you must help us.

Just think how much
I've done for you.

- You have done nothing but make me unhappy.
- I don't understand.

Before you gave me new parts, I was content
with my lot as the galactic Junkman.

Now I am dissatisfied
with my little trash pile...

and wish to conquer bigger
and better junkyards.

If we could get off this planet, we would
be very happy to take you with us.

Well, it is within my power
to free your spaceship...

from the undetectable
magnetic force which holds it.

Then our problems are solved.

I shall merely inform Major West
that we have a passenger.

He will be delighted, as I am.

Eh-- Suppose he refuses
to take me along?

- Oh, he wouldn't do that.
- Oh, perhaps not, but the possibility exists.

No, no. He does not strike me as
the most hospitable person in the galaxy.

No, no, no. I have a better idea.

Anything, sir.
Anything.

You will get me aboard your spaceship
without the others knowing.

Then I will turn off
the magnetic machine.

Once we are in space,
it will be too late to bring us back.

Oh, I must tell you. Major West
does not take kindly to surprises.

Oh, his anger will be tempered
when I supply him with provisions.

Then it is clearly understood
that you will give us food.

More than you need.
In fact, more than you can eat.

Oh, lovely.

My dear Mr. Junkman, allow me
to welcome you to our space expedition.

- Don, keep your radio on.
- Check.

- We're leaving for the north quadrant now.
- All right.

- We'll keep in touch, Dad.
- Come on.

Penny, stay close to the ship.

- Okay. Be careful, Dad.
- I will.

[ Rocket Engines Fire ]

Mr. Junkman?

The spaceship is unoccupied
at present. Hurry.

I'll hide you in my quarters.
Follow me.

What are you doing?

I am locking us in
and everyone else out.

Open that hatch
immediately.

Do not anger me, Dr. Smith, or
I will leave you behind with the others.

- You tricked me.
- You compute very well, Dr. Smith.

But it won't do you any good.
Who's going to fly the spaceship?

You forget. I possess
your Robot's memory banks.

There's nothing about the Jupiter 2
which is strange to me!

Now I will release...

my special magnetic force...

and prepare for takeoff!
[ Laughs ]

Don, I'm heading
over the east quadrant.

- Do you read me?
- Loud and clear. Any luck?

Nothing yet.
How 'bout you?

- Hold on.
- [ Knocking ]

Mmm. Just another hollow shell.

We've covered most of
the north quadrant, John.

There's nothing there but more junk. We've
worked our way back to the Jupiter 2.

[ Roaring ]

What's that noise?
It came from your area.

- Rocket engines.
- It's our spaceship!

We will orbit my former home...

until the new fuel tank thermostats
have adjusted to the heat...

and then, off into space!

Mr. Junkman, please, I beg of you,
return to your planet.

Shh! Be still!

Your incessant chatter
irritates my sensors.

Just one moment,
you mechanical moron!

How dare you address me
in this fashion?

I am in command here!
You are only a robot!

I order you to bring
this spaceship down!

Do as I say, ninny, or beware!

[ Grunts ]

You cannot order me about
as you did your mechanical man.

I am very, very different...

as you will see, Dr. Smith.

Not another word from you,
Dr. Smith!

How can you dock the space pod in
the Jupiter 2 while it's still in orbit?

The toughest part comes after docking,
to get to the control room section.

Don, do you think you should try?
Maybe you should wait until Dad gets back.

- Or until Will has the Robot working again.
- We don't have a choice.

If we wait, the Junkman
could blast out of orbit into space.

[ Thrusters Fire ]

Warning!
[ Laughs ]

One of your friends
hopes to join you, Dr. Smith.

We shall have to discourage
him with a little warning rocket shot.

Oh, leave him alone.
We've done you no harm.

How authoritative you
Earthlings are.

Just remember,
no one gives me orders.

One rocket shot, eh?
With the compliments of the Junkman.

- [ Laughs ]
- No! No!

[ Rocket Fires ]

[ Rumbling ]

This is Major West calling
the Jupiter 2.

This is Major West calling the Jupiter 2.
Junkman, do you read me?

Come in if you read me. This is Major West
calling the Jupiter 2.

- Come in if you read me.
- [ Chuckles ]

How desperate Major West's
voice sounds.

- Why don't you speak to him?
- Speak?

The rockets I fired
expressed my feelings perfectly.

Just to make sure,
I'll fire another one! [ Laughs ]

- No! No!
- [ Rocket Fires ]

[ Explosion ]

Ground Control,
this is Major West.

I can't get near the Jupiter 2.

There's nothing I can do up here.
I'm coming back down.

You must return
to the family, Will.

Not unless you go with me.

No, this is where I belong now--
in the junkyard.

Robot, we'll find new parts for you.
Don't junk yourself!

Both of us knew that someday
we would have to part.

After all, I am only a machine.

- You're the best friend anyone could ever have.
- I cannot remember the past.

Only a warm place in my timing generator
tells me we were once close.

Try not to be sad. Perhaps we will
meet again in the distant future.

Not if you melt yourself
down in his blast furnace.

But that will not
be the end, Will.

My melted metal
will be used again...

perhaps as a small air-conditioner
or a child's tricycle.

Robot, please
come back with me!

Who knows? I could be lucky and be made
into a shipping crate for a giant computer.

One further thing, Will.

The Junkman has my sensors,
memory banks and tapes.

The past is alive for him.

It is possible that if
you talk to the Junkman...

you might be able to get
him to return them.

Then-- Then you can install
them in your new robot.

No, Robot.
Don't talk like that!

You must leave now,
my friend.

Go and-- and
do not look back.

- Where is everybody?
- Well, Don and Judy went to meet Dad.

- [ Sniffs ]
- Will, what's the matter?

What happened?

Oh, it's the Robot.

He's gonna turn himself
into scrap.

I've just gotta get that--
that Junkman to come back.

Will, don't try to
go up there.

The Junkman won't
let you near the ship.

- He'll fire the rockets at you.
- I can talk to him.

I know I can!

Mr. Junkman. Mr. Junkman,
this is Will Robinson.

Please, sir,
I must speak with you.

Activate your memory banks
that you took from our Robot.

Now, do you remember all
the good times we've had and how
many times you've saved my life?

Yes. I can recall many incidents.

Let me dock the space pod
in the Jupiter 2 and talk to you.

All right. You have
my permission to dock.

Oh, William! William, it's so good
to see your friendly face again.

I'm glad you're
all right, Dr. Smith.

Thank you, William.
All is lost, you know.

This is indeed
the end of everything.

Thank you for letting me
dock the space pod, Mr. Junkman.

I'm pleased that
you are here, Will Robinson.

As you said,
my new memory banks--

they indicate
many happy associations.

But that is not the reason why
I allowed you to dock here.

It isn't?

Your company is preferable
to Dr. Smith.

Traveling with him as a companion
would be just intolerable!

Indeed, sir!

I shall be more than happy
to sever our acquaintanceship.

And you shall have your wish!

I'm sending you back to
the others in the space pod!

No! Please, Mr. Junkman, don't
send me back. Let me stay with you.

If you send me back,
I shall starve! I shall die!

My memory banks do not tell me
that you are a friend.

March!

Now, wait. Dr. Smith has his
faults, but everyone does.

When the chips are really down,
he always comes through.

Tell him, William. Tell him
I'm really a very nice person.

Mr. Junkman, I want you to take the ship
back to your planet.

We are friends, Will,
but that... I cannot do.

All right.
Then I'll leave with Dr. Smith.

No, wait.
Don't leave.

William!
Don't forget me, William!

You took a lot of important parts
from our Robot!

But there's one part
you didn't get-- his heart.

- The mechanical man does not have one.
- Oh, yes, he does.

You can't see it or hear it,
but it's there just the same.

Maybe the Robot was
ugly and clumsy...

and you're big and handsome.

But you'll never be as good.

The Robot could love
and you can't!

Even if you live for 10,000 years,
you'll always be lonely and unhappy.

How does one learn
to love, Will Robinson?

I don't know. It starts
with kindness to others...

and then there's trust
and--and respect.

Well, there it is-- love.

Kindness, trust...

respect and love.

Let's take the ship back to your planet,
Mr. Junkman.

Oh, my dear, dear friends.
How good it is to see you.

- What happened?
- Everything's fine now, and it's all William's doing!

Well, the Robot deserves
all the credit.

He told me that--
The Robot!

He was gonna destroy himself
in your blast furnace!

- We've gotta stop him!
- Oh, I shall go with you, Will Robinson.

But do not get
your hopes too high.

My computers tell me that it is
too late. Your Robot is no more.

Don't even say that.

We're too late!

[ Sighs ]
I'm sorry, Will Robinson.

Perhaps in time I will be able to
take the Robot's place in your affection.

Let us go back to the others.

Will!

Don't touch him!
He's very hot.

No, I am just scorched.

We thought you
had been melted down.

I tried to destroy myself, Will,
but I cannot believe it.

Something happened to the heat of
the flames. They would not consume me.

I have an explanation.

It was love that consumed him
before the flames could!

I do believe these are
genuine diamonds!

[ Laughs ]
Let it go, Dr. Smith.

It is junk, too, like everything else
on this planet.

When it comes out of
the atomic blast furnace...

it will be nothing but useless carbon.

Pity.

Well, Will Robinson,
how are you coming?

I've almost finished replacing
all the Robot's parts.

But now I'm quite sure that
your family is ready to take off.

I will escort you. Come on.

Come on, Robot.
We'll get you cleaned up at the ship.

Not too fast, Will Robinson.
My locomotion control is stuck.

Ah! There it is!

- [ Siren Beeps ]
- [ Dr. Smith ] Help! Help!

Help me!
Get me down from here!

Help me! I'm innocent!

Help! Help!
Help me!

My auto-detection units
are apparently not fully attuned.

It's me, you idiot!
Save me!

[ Yells ]

Oh, thank heavens.
I'm saved.

No.

Thank your trusty general utility
non-theorizing environmental Robot.

Stop chattering!

To think that I might have been reduced
to nothingness by this hideous furnace.

That is an incorrect statement.

The normal humanoid
is 98% fluid and fat...

and would be reduced
to 2% of mineral.

You, Dr. Smith, are 100% fat.

Nothing whatsoever
would be left.

Fat, indeed,
you cackling cacophony!

I'm a fine figure of a man,
and I always was. Begone!

Oh, the pain, the pain.

Useless carbon?
We shall see.