All language subtitles for Lost in Space 1965 01x03 Island in the Sky.eng

Last week, our space
family aboard the crippled Jupiter 2,

prepared to make a landing on an unknown
planet far beyond our galaxies.

A landing that would
allow them time

to make desperately needed
repairs on their spaceship.

To learn more about the mysterious
surface of the planet below,

Professor Robinson
had planned to send

their environmental
controlled robot

down to investigate.

Unbeknownst to him, however, the
nefarious Dr. Zachary Smith

had other plans for
the mechanical marvel.

We can't let them drop you
over the side, can we?

You're far too valuable
to me right here.

But don't you worry.
As long as you remember

to accept orders
from my voice only

we'll be all right.

Won't we?

What's the delay?
Is he checked?

Yes, indeed.

A simple chess game serves
to check all circuits.

Good. We're ready
to drop him.

Not so good, I'm afraid.

You can't.
Something wrong?

He's still malfunctioning.

I'm afraid we have a very
sick Robot on our hands.

He looks all right.

And we must have
that information.

I'm willing to take
a chance on him.

I wouldn't advise that.
He's completely undependable.

You remember he ran amok once and
very nearly wrecked the ship.

Yes, but he's worked
properly ever since.

You think so?
Give him an order.

Go back to your pedestal.

You see? Nothing.

No, Dr. Robinson.

I'm afraid he's not yet ready
to tackle this job.

I guess you're right.

Yet, someone has to go down
and scout around.

I can do it.

Don, your job is here
with the ship.

We have an environmental
control expert on board.

Why don't we send him?

Quite right, Mrs. Robinson.
I'd be the perfect choice.

Unfortunately,
my acute batophobia.

What's that?

An incurable fear of heights.

Got it?
Think so.

Don't worry. If I don't like
the looks of the place,

I'll check right out,
by jet.

Just make sure you come
back to the right airport.

All right.

All set.

Okay.

Now, once you're
clear of the ship,

give one burst from
your parajet thrusters.

One burst.

That'll slow you down enough
to get you out of the orbit.

Right. How many bursts for a
safe entry into the atmosphere?

I'll track you on the
scanner and let you know.

I wanna make sure you've got plenty of fuel
left to blast off again if you have to.

Now, if it isn't safe
for us to land,

give us the word and proceed
according to rendezvous plan

Check.
Check.

Can you hear me?
Loud and clear.

Roger. Good luck.

All right, now.
Don't forget to wave.

We will, Daddy.

Still some interference.
Hold on. Adjusting frequency.

Out of orbit.
Gravity pull now being felt.

I can hear you.

Acceleration rate still safe.
John, you're doing fine.

Still can't see anything.

Must be approaching
first atmosphere layer.

What was it they said
about the fallen sparrow?

William Shakespeare,
1564-1616.

"There's a special providence
in the fall of a sparrow."

My, you are
a many-splendored thing.

They even programed you
with Shakespeare.

Don't you ever stop to think?
This is a complex game.

One must look
before one leaps.

Samuel Butler, 1600-1680.

"And look before you
ere you leap,

"For as you sow,
ye are like to reap."

Sometimes I wonder about you.
If I didn't know better,

I'd think some form of morality was
accidentally programed into you.

John, you're passing
through a heavy atmosphere layer.

Get ready to fire parajet thrusters
to ease up on the acceleration rate.

Roger, ready to fire.

It shouldn't be
too long now.

Meanwhile, with regard
to that last quotation,

I think it might be
wise for you

to periodically check on
my safety in the future.

Shall we say,

every hour on the hour.

Is that firmly implanted
in your obedience cells?

Affirmative.

Dad oughta be touching
down anytime now.

Then we'll really find out
what's down there.

A true trailblazer on
the frontiers of space.

I only wish I could
be there with him.

I thought you said
he couldn't play chess.

Ah, yes. That's what I've been
working on all this time, my boy.

I brought him along to where he knows
the basic rudiments of the game.

Naturally, he won't be able
to play a creditable game,

until all of his circuits
are operative.

Looks like he's doing
kind of good to me.

Really? I hadn't noticed.

Ah, yes, he does
seem to have

happened upon a few
fortunate moves.

Of course, my attention
has always been

with your dear father
and his brave venture.

Actually, I think
a few simple moves

will quickly extricate me
from this situation.

Seem to be heading for what
looks like crater vegetation.

You're at 40,000 and
accelerating too fast. Fire parajets.

Not yet. Closer.
Better chance to observe.

Negative. Negative.
That move does not compute.

A stupid oversight
on my part.

Release. Release.

It does not compute.

All right, all right.
There.

You're at 10,000 feet. Fire
parajets to decrease acceleration.

Roger. Firing parajets.

[Rapid Beeping 1

You're still accelerating.

Fire parajets.

Fire 'em now!

Not working.
Jets not functioning.

Out of fuel.

That's impossible.

Keep trying-

John, can you hear me?

Use your auxiliary power tank.
Use your auxiliary power tank.

Fast.
Too fast, can't. Can't!

Keep trying! Keep trying!

John.

I can't.

I can't. Can't!

Time to offer my
condolences to the widow.

Keep your pilot light burning.

I'll be needing
you quite soon now.

It's impossible.
Absolutely impossible.

There, there, my boy.

You must learn to take your
misfortunes like a man.

What are any cf us but expendable pawns
in this great cosmic game of chess.

I'm trying,
Colonel Smith.

Good boy.

Maureen, there was no reason for
the parajets to run out of fuel.

I just can't
understand it.

I can.

Are you forgetting the meteor
storm this ship passed through?

And the Robot going berserk?

Undoubtedly,
much equipment was damaged.

I checked everything
out after that.

The parajets were
in perfect working order.

Unless... You looked at them too, Dr.
Smith.

What?
I saw him.

Wait a minute.

You tampered
with the parajets?

Now, now, Major. Let's not be
hasty with our suspicions.

Our real concern should lie with
that unfortunate gentleman,

down there.

Don, can't we
do something?

I've got a fix on where
he should've landed if...

If?

Not if, when, when he'd
get the parajets going.

On the next orbit, I'll try to set
down as close as I can to it.

Judy, get the
children below.

Secure for a landing.

Bring the coolant system
up five points.

How close are we
to touchdown?

Final approach orbit.

May I interject?

I've given this tragedy a great
deal of soul-searching thought.

It's not a tragedy yet,
Doctor.

The eternal optimist.

Nevertheless, there is
a bright side to this,

this, shall we say,
unfortunate occurrence.

What are you trying to say?

Only that I've done
a little quick calculating,

and I find that with the loss
of some 200 pounds in weight,

I trust 200 pounds
is an honest estimate.

With the loss of
this excess weight,

we now have a reasonably
good chance

of making our way back
to the green hills of Earth.

I think we should
at least discuss it.

I've got a lot of things
to discuss with you, Doctor,

once we set down.
Keep an eye on that gauge.

If it passes into the red zone
on the approach, call out.

Perhaps in the true
democratic process,

we should put it to a vote.

Give me an E.T.A. reading.

Four-fifty to touchdown.

I demand that this be put to a
vote while we can get away.

All right.
I vote no.

So do I.

You're outvoted.

Not quite yet.

I have a proxy.
Come here.

No, stop.

Go back.

Stop!

I think a small demonstration will
convince you of my voting strength.

This helmet,
a marvelous piece of work,

constructed, I believe, to withstand the
pressure of 10,000 pounds per square inch.

Tell me, my friend,

do you think you're robot
enough to crush this helmet?

Affirmative.

You have my permission
to do so.

Much as I detest violence,

it can be done just as easily
with your head inside.

Now, you will fire
all rockets,

and we shall leave this vale of
tears and head back to Earth.

There's nothing I can do.

A very sensible attitude.

My dear, I want you to know
that when we return to Earth,

I shall be among the first
to sponsor a rescue mission

to this forgotten planet.

Maureen,
the stabilizer.

Robot...

You're not giving
any orders to that Robot,

except one.

When I tell you to,
you'll say exactly six words,

"Robot, go back to
your compartment."

Deviate by one syllable, one
breath, and it'll be your last.

"Robot, go back to your
compartment." You got that?

Nod if you
understand me.

All right.
Say it now.

Robot, go back

to your compartment.

Okay, buster,
into the freezing tube.

March.
No. Wait!

No, no. Wait!

Wait!

You're going into cold
storage for a while.

Don't freeze me.
You're making a mistake.

Shut up.

You must listen to me. It concerns all
our lives! Yours as well as mine!

The rockets...

We're starting to hit
heavy atmosphere.

If I don't slow us down,
we'll burn.

Help me fire
the braking rockets.

Push those buttons
as I call them out.

Fire rocket one.

She's not braking. Fire two.

Three, four.

All of 'em!

The rockets
are malfunctioning.

He's done something
to the controls!

That's what he was
trying to tell us.

We'll have to let him out.

No time!

Go below and make sure everyone's
strapped in! It's gonna be a rough one.

What about you?

I'll stay with the controls
as long as I can.

Then I'll ride the landing out in
one of the freezing tubes. Go on!

Are you all right?
Yes, Mom.

Wow, what a landing.

Well, at least
we're all in one piece.

Oh, my. Penny?

Here. Up you go.

That wasn't too bad, was it?
No, Don!

Don?

Don!

Don, can you hear me?

Are you all right?

Can you hear me?

Loud and clear.

They say any landing you can
walk away from's a good one.

Mom, look!

Don, are you all right?
Fine.

Where are we?
Can't say for sure.

Are we anywhere near
where John landed?

Should be in the same
general area.

Can I go outside and look?
No. Hold it!

We don't know what the atmosphere's
like out there. Could be lethal.

Can't the Robot test it?

I wish it could, Penny, but,

only Dr. Smith seems to be
able to control that thing,

and I'm not ready
to unfreeze him yet.

Hey, I just thought
of something.

Once before I figured out a way
how to make the Robot obey.

I bet I could do it again.

If nobody else can do it,
what makes you think you can?

You just watch me.
Come on.

Step
forward, my mechanical friend.

Good boy, Will.

How did he do that?
I don't know.

Possibly something in the quality of
his voice strikes a responsive chord.

Will, tell him to go out and
make an environmental estimate.

Sure.

We need an environmental
estimate, my good man.

Go out and make it.

Affirmative.

Well,suppose the
atmosphere is poisonous.

Now let's not
borrow trouble.

We'll have the report
in a matter of minutes.

Radiation content of soil,
negative.

Atmospheric pressure,
22 pounds per square inch.

So far, so good.

Temperature,
35 degrees Fahrenheit.

Air composition,
nitrogen, 83% by volume.

Oxygen, 15.5% by volume.

Argon, carbon dioxide,
methane and neon.

Is it okay?

It's not exactly a
tropical paradise, Penny.

Better break
out the parkas.

Conclusion,

environment can sustain
human life.

End of report.

Nice work.

That does not compute.

Well, what do we do now?

Normally, I'd recommend we go
through a week of thorough testing,

before venturing outside, but,
if we hope to find John alive...

We better start
searching immediately.

We'll assemble
the Chariot.

That'll get us over
this rough terrain.

All right.

Come on.
Let's help Don.

Maureen, we'll comb
the area in circles.

Judy, I want you to keep your eyes
glued to the infrared scanner.

Check.
I'll monitor the radio.

Let's go.

We picked something up
on the scanner.

Great.
What direction?

Just as we're going.
That way.

How am I doing?

Zeroing in.

We're getting there.

Closer. Closer.

It's just up ahead.

Will, hand me
a laser rifle.

My good man.

Maureen, it may be John,
and I hope so.

Then again,
it might not.

John?

John?

For Pete's sake,
what's that?

This is what we picked up
on the scanner.

I'm sorry, Maureen.

Oh, he's darling.
May I have him?

No, you may not.

Come on.
Come on, fellow. Beat it.

Penny, you may have it
if you wish.

No, Mom. I don't want him.
Really, I don't.

Get it for her,
will you, Don?

It's all right, dear.
You may have it.

Come on, Charlie.

Looks like you
found yourself a home.

I'm gonna call you Debbie.

Come on, kids.
Let's go. Come on.

John, if you can hear me,
we've all landed,

and everyone's safe.

And we're searching
for you now.

John, if you can hear me,

we've all landed,
and everyone is safe and...

We'll find you soon.

Maureen, it's no use.

Maybe I'd have better luck if I
went searching with the parajets.

I was just so sure.

Don, look at this.

The blip is still on the scanner.
Do you suppose that...

John!

John! John,
you all right?

I think so. There's something
weird going on down here.

The whole face of the cliff, it's charged
with some wild, electrical force.

Maureen! Maureen,
I found him.

He's all right.
Send the Robot out.

I need some rope.
Will.

Take this rope up to Don.
You've gotta help my father.

Fetch the rope and
do what you can for the old boy.

Well, what's the
matter with it?

I don't know.

Where are you going?

Every hour on the hour,
check on safety.

Come back here.

Judy.

Don? Don?

Over here.

Judy, be careful.

Where's the Robot?

He just took off.
Where's Father?

He's okay. I'll have
him up in a minute.

Is he all right?

Yeah.

Almost.

Careful, now.

Oh, I'm...

on, Daddy.

Oh, John.

That was worth
the climb.

Judy. Judy.

on, Daddy.

What happened?

Well, I must have got to within about
a hundred feet above the ground,

before I could get
the parajets to working.

I fell into that pit,

just caught hold
before I passed out.

How is everybody?

Well, everybody's fine.

We had a bit of a rough
landing too though.

We had trouble
with our rockets too.

Same as you.

Dr. Smith?
Uh-huh.

I thought so.

Come on. The reception
committee's waiting.

All right.

Wait a minute.
Wait a minute.

What did you do
with the doctor?

Don't worry about Dr. Smith.
He's in the deep, deep freeze.

Operation rescue.

Operation rescue.

Operation rescue.

Respiration,
start breathing.

Circulation,
make blood circulate.

What are you doing?

Take your claws
off me, you idiot!

Still stiff.
Could have broken my leg.

We landed.
Where are the others?

Probably dead.

Others in party?
Are they alive?

Affirmative.

Are they on skim'?
Negative.

Excellent.
Now where were we,

when we were
so rudely interrupted?

I believe we had just taken a vote
to leave this distasteful place.

I think it's safe to say
that the two of us,

now constitute
a voting majority.

I do not vote. I am not
programed for free choice.

Don't worry about it.
It's vastly overrated.

And so, my metallic friend, with
you as my personal chauffeur,

we shall now say farewell to
this colorful island in space,

and head back to Earth.

Our spaceship should be
over the next hill.

He must have gone back there. There's
no other place he could've gone.

Who?
The Robot, of course.

That's where he's gotta be,
isn't it, Don?

Back to his master,
Dr. Smith.

When I get back to
that spaceship, I'm...

Don!

Cover your eyes!

Everything's dead.
The whole electrical system.

It's as if whatever that was

just sucked all the
electricity right out of us.

I bet it only blew out
the main generator fuses.

We could try
wiring past 'em...

We're not going to
try anything.

We're gonna get out
and walk the rest of the way.

But it'd only take a half an
hour or so just to try it.

I want us all safely back
in the ship before nightfall.

Come on now.
Let's go now. Everybody out.

Pick up your parkas.

Come on, Debbie. Come on.
Come on, Debbie.

Thank you.

Debbie?

All right, let's go.

All right.

You tin-plated fraud! You
worthless electronic scrap heap!

You've got to know
how to fly this spaceship!

Space flight is not a function
of environmental control robots.

Function? I'll function you right down
to a bunch of melted transistors.

Where is that laser gun?

Warning! Warning! Warning!

Emergency protective
circuit activated. Warning!

Forty thousand volts
now in circuit.

Temper, temper, temper.

Emergency protective circuit activated.
Warning! Warning!

But you misinterpreted me.

Warning! Warning! Warning!

I'm your trusted master.

My impetuous friend,

would I want to
hurt you?

There, there.
It's all right now.

Naturally, I couldn't expect
you to fly the spaceship.

You have far too many
more, fascinating talents.

Emergency protective
circuits deactivated.

Who wouldn't love you?

But, now on to
the practicalities.

Only one person is currently
of use to us, Major Don West.

Useful because he's the only one
who can pilot this spaceship.

Since the others serve no
purpose, they must be liquidated.

When we have learned what we
need to Know from Major West,

he will be
liquidated as well.

With me so far?

Affirmative.

Destroy everyone.

Well, now, that's hardly
a delicate way of putting it.

I prefer the term
"eliminate."

It's so much tidier.

"Eliminate" means destroy.

Have it your way.
But to return to business.

Major West is,
as I happen to know,

a rather violent
and stubborn type.

To obtain his cooperation,
we must convince him

that we have undergone
a complete change of heart.

That we are, in a word,
friendly.

Latch on?
Latch on.

Too bad about
young Will though.

The only agreeable companion
I've found on this ghastly trip.

No offense,
my glass-headed friend.

I just thought
that sometime

the boy and I might match
wits in a chess game.

I play chess.

You're a machine.
No one can beat you.

When I play,
I like to win.

liquidation of unessential personnel.

Since we must nip them off
one by one,

each liquidation must
appear to be accidental.

A strong jolt of
electricity for instance.

We can always explain it away
as metabolic failure,

due to unknown elements
in the atmosphere.

Remember that when you find yourself
alone with any one of them.

Others return.

Robinson alive?
Impossible.

But no matter, it may
actually make it easier

for them to believe
in my sudden reformation.

Watch and learn.

Saint Zachary
the first.

From the look of things, your landing
wasn't much easier than mine.

I'll check the Chariot
out in the morning.

I'd like to get a look
at that upper deck.

Well, then, while you do that, the
girls and I will get dinner started.

Come on.

I still bet I can fix those Chariot
fuses in less than an hour.

You might.

Can I try?
It'd be real easy.

It would also be real easy for you to
be lost in this monotonous terrain.

Especially at night.
But...

End of conversation.

Go on.

Smith. Hold it!
What do you mean, hold it?

He controls the Robot.

Believe me, gentlemen,
there's no cause for alarm.

My dear Dr. Robinson,
I can't begin to describe

how happy I am
at finding you alive.

Now I'll tell one.

I don't blame you
for being skeptical.

How did you get out?

A leak in the freezing
element, no doubt.

The door opened automatically.

But take my word for it,
I was frozen long enough.

What's that supposed to mean?

I know that this may
sound strange,

but the experience
had a curious effect.

It was as though
I saw my whole life frozen,

as it were, before me.

That must have been
a pretty gory spectacle.

I asked myself, "Why all
this bitterness and strife?

"Why all this
intense rivalry?"

After all, we all belong
to the same race,

uh, the human race.

Embarked on an exploration
of that greatest of mysteries,

the unknown universe.

Wad a moment of weakness

in wanting to return
to our mother planet.

Do you expect us
to fall for this hogwash?

Consider this a moment.

I could've had the Robot kill
you just now as you came in.

But thank heaven
I saw the light.

And speaking of light, there's
very little of it left.

Have you considered what
drastic atmospheric changes

could take place
on this planet?

We've already had the Robot
check out the conditions here.

But not at night.
Everything could change then.

He's got a point there.
Exactly. And I can help,

thereby proving
my complete reformation.

Don't trust him.

He's as slippery
as a bucket of eels.

Just how can you help?

My friend here was built to
test atmospheric conditions.

I'll send him out
to investigate.

And leave yourself
defenseless?

The virtuous need no defense.

All right.
We'll take you up on it.

Scout around outside and bring
me a full atmospheric report.

Affirmative.

We have now come to the
end of our first day on this alien,

and perhaps hostile, planet.

What lies ahead
we have no way of knowing,

but we're all still together.

There is air to breathe,
shelter against the cold,

and food to sustain us.

AH of us feel somehow
akin to those hardy souls,

who first came to the lonely shores
of America so many centuries ago.

And who found it
in their hearts

to give thanks to providence
for their blessings.

Where's Will?

I imagine he went
to his compartment.

I'll get him.
You know,

he might have been right about that
short in the Chariot's ignition system.

Look at this.
Will?

Well, he's not here.

He told me he had an idea
on how to fix the Chariot.

Now, I left strict orders that
no one leaves the ship at night.

That's just what
I told him.

What's he doing out there alone?
Now of all times.

What's the matter with now?

But you don't understand.

The Robot is out there.

We know that.

Now tell us what
we don't understand.

He's just liable
to find Will.

And?

And...

I suppose
he'll bring him back.

Guess I was wrong. I really
thought I could fix it.

Boy, it's cold. I gotta
get back to the ship.

A light.

I wanna talk to you
about the way you ran off.

Phase one, when
unessential personnel

are found alone, destroy.

Go back!
You hear me?

Go back.

Keep away from me.

Go back!

Go back! Go back!