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[ Man Narrating ] Last week, as you recall,
we left Will Robinson, Dr. Smith...

and the Robot idly fishing
in an alien pool...

unaware that within a few yards
of them stood the frozen figure...

of an incredible
mechanized monster.

Ah, yes, Will. As a youth,
I spent many a summer day...

lazing in the warm sun on the banks
of the river, the blue sky overhead...

the shimmering water flowing by,
the gentle hum of a bee in flight.

Ah, yes. A barefoot boy
with cheeks of tan.

Alert. Alert.
A moving object attached to line.

He's got a big one.

Well, pull it in, you idiot!
Don't just stand there!

Weight of the object
exceeds the strength of the line.

Restraint should be exercised
until there is less resistance.

Ah, give me that pole. Let an expert
show you how this should be done.

Caution and patience is advised.
Caution and patience is--

Quiet, you mumbling mass of metal!
I'll handle this!

He's right, Dr. Smith. If you're not
careful, the fish'll get away.

Nonsense. Our finny friend
is practically in a frying pan now.

[ Robot ]
A release of line tension is advised.

Give him some slack, Dr. Smith.
Ease off gradually.

I know what I'm doing. Give up,
you brute. You've met your match!

- [ Screeches ]
- Object fish has eluded capture.

- He got away, sir.
- Not even the greatest experts
could have landed that monster.

- He must've weighed a hundred pounds.
- All your fish got away.

Are you suggesting my failure
is due to a lack of ability?

Well, you're the only one
who didn't catch anything.

As you have said, the proof
of the pudding is in the eating.

Indeed. Rather than
bear any further insults...

I shall return
to the Jupiter 2.

- Good day to you both.
- Oh, we didn't mean anything,
Doctor. Honest, we didn't.

Ha!

He did not get away.
I released him.

- We might as well go too.
- Dr. Smith suffers the injury of embarrassment.

- He will recover.
- Oh, I guess you're right.

What's wrong?
You sure are acting funny.

- Warning. Immediate danger.
- What kind of danger?

My sensors will not accept
the possibility of its existence.

Golly.

[ Gasps ]

- Boy, you sure gave me a scare.
- [ Robot ] Caution. Caution.

- There is danger.
- No, there isn't.

Touch nothing.
Repeat: Touch nothing.

I just wanna put this
loose retrostat wire back.

I didn't think it would work,
but it was worth a try.

In this instance,
failure may be considered success.

- Thanks a lot.
- Shall we go?

[ Sighs ]
We might as well.

You act this time
with wisdom.

[ Loud Humming ]

Oh, look
at those lovely fish.

Will, that's marvelous.
I tell you what.

We'll have space salad, and
I'll dig into the last of our flour...

and make us
some hot biscuits.

- Mom, is Dad around?
- No, dear. Not at the moment.

Why? What's the matter? Don't tell me it's
because Dr. Smith didn't catch any fish again.

- I saw his face when he came back.
- That's not it.

- I found something on the way back.
- Oh?

Oh, look. Here's your dad.
Maybe he can help you.

- What is it, Will?
- I found a robot...

not far from where
we were fishing.

- It's all rusted and in these vines.
- Maybe we'd better investigate.

We'll take our own Robot
along and check it out.

It is not necessary
that I be present.

I prefer to remain here.
The fish must be cleaned for dinner.

[ Sighs ] All right, then.
We won't bring the Robot.

- We won't be long.
- Well, the biscuits will be ready in 30 minutes.

Oh, then I'll be back in 25.

Over there.

Well.

He's in pretty bad shape,
Will.

What a mess inside.
Wires corroded, power units destroyed.

- Gee, I thought he could be repaired.
- What for?

- We have a robot of our own.
- Yeah, but if we could
make this one operative...

we could find out where
it came from and who left it here.

Well, by now, its memory banks
are probably useless.

As Smith would say,
"A mass of metal fit for naught."

Hey, let's get back. I think
I can smell those biscuits from here.

- Dad, would you mind if I worked on him?
- All right.

Uh, provided you do
all your regular chores first.

From now on,
I'll do everything twice as fast.

- Never mind the twice as fast.
Just get 'em right, huh?
- Okay.

- All right.
- I'll have you working good as new in no time.

Okay. Let's try putting a little more
energy in his power packs.

Turn on the energizer.

Well?

What's wrong with you today?
Your audio unit gone bad?

I mean, I have to ask you everything
three times before you obey.

- I compute you well.
- Then what's wrong?

This project is extremely dangerous.

Now, look, I'm not gonna go
through that again.

I'm gonna get this robot fixed,
and that's all there is to it.

Correction: not robot.
Robotoid.

Now, look.
Who cares what it's called?

All I wanna do
is get it working.

A robot is a machine
which performs as programmed.

A robotoid is a machine
which goes beyond programming.

It has a free choice:
good, bad...

wrong, right, slow, fast,
hot, cold, loud--

All right. All right.
Just forget it. Forget it.

- Abandon this project.
- You know, I know what's wrong with you.

You're jealous.
That's all. Jealous.

[ Robot ]
Jealousy: a human emotion.

- I am a machine.
- Then what's wrong with you?

- I do not know.
- [ Sighs ]

You need a good mechanical tune-up.
When I'm finished with him, it'll be your turn.

As you wish. I will
turn on the energizer now.

I am not jealous.
It is a human emotion.

I am not jealous.
It is a human emotion.

I am not jealous.
It is a human emotion.

How's the work on the robotoid
coming along, Will?

How's the work on the robotoid
coming along, Will?

I've repaired and replaced
all defective parts.

But I must've done something wrong.
He won't activate.

Well, it looks to me like you've bitten
off a little more than you can chew.

Frankly, I think
you're wasting your time.

Even if you do get the robot
to operate, we don't need him.

- We already have one.
- Speaking of our Robot, where is he?

- Will, didn't you bring him back with you?
- Sure, Mom. He's right outside.

No, he isn't.

That's strange.
I saw him just a few moments ago.

He sure has
been acting peculiar lately.

- Well, maybe we'd better go look for him.
- I think I know where he is.

- Where?
- With the robotoid.

Don't ask me why,
but it's just a feeling I have.

How about that? Now we have
a runaway Robot on our hands.

- I'll get Smith.
- You wanna finish, darling?

- Mm-hmm.
- Let's go.

It must be done.

It must be done!

[ Don ]
No sign of him.

Where are you?

Where are you,
you miserable mass of metal?

I am not fooled
by your silence.

You are aware.
You have been aware...

ever since your fusion unit
was refined two days ago.

You cannot hide from me
like you do others.

Do you wish
to speak? Very well.

Then I will do
what I must.

I destroy!

Stop! Stop!
I command you! Stop!

You monster.
You unspeakable insult, how dare you?

Don't you tune me out,
you metallic murderer.

I want an explanation,
do you hear?

I demand an explanation immediately!

I decline to answer
under the grounds that it would--

You'll tell me what's been going on here,
or I'll remove your power pack for a month.

Very well. If that's what you want,
that's what you're going to get.

Take it easy, Smith. We won't
learn anything if you deactivate him.

Spare the punishment
and spoil the Robot?

- Is that what you want, sir?
- We're dealing with a machine, not a child.

The way he's been acting lately,
I'm not so sure.

Will, this is a piece of scientific equipment,
not a creature of flesh and blood.

- Let me ask the Robot some questions.
- Indeed, Major.

If he refuses to answer me,
what chance do you think you have?

We'll see. Did anyone
give you instructions to come here?

- No orders were received.
- Then how do you explain your presence?

- I cannot answer that question.
- You mean, you won't answer it.

- Why would you want
to destroy the robotoid?
- I do not like it.

- Hate is not an emotion you possess.
- I do not like it.

- The robotoid doesn't
present any danger to you.
- I repeat...

I do not like it!

I told you
what to expect.

Just you wait, you tin-plated fraud.
I'm not through with you yet.

It's getting late. We'd better get back
to the ship. We'll question the Robot later.

- Do you think our Robot
will come back with us?
- [ Dr. Smith ] For my part...

he can stand out in the night air
until his stubborn metal carcass rusts.

Are you returning
to the Jupiter 2?

- Is that an order or a question?
- That is an order.

I compute and obey.

[ Computer Clicking ]

- We're going for a walk.
- To the robotoid?

To the robotoid. I've got a new idea
of how to make it work.

Instead of connecting the central
computer with the master relay, I--

Details of your idea
are without interest.

You may dispense
with the explanation.

Dr. Smith sure must've made
a mistake in your programming.

- You don't like robots.
- Correction: robotoid.

All right. Whatever you wanna call it.
But you're making a big problem over nothing.

Hey, I've got it.
I'll recondition your memory banks.

Okay. Now,
repeat after me.

The robotoid is a harmless machine.
It offers no danger.

- Well, go ahead.
- I do not compute.

You're just being stubborn.
That's all.

As you suggested,
an error in my programming.

I can't stay out here
all day arguing with you.

- If you don't wanna come, you don't have to.
- You will go alone?

- Sure.
- Stop, William Robinson.
I will accompany you.

- You may need protection.
- I'm big enough to take care of myself.

True.
But I am a little bigger.

Well, maybe
a few inches or so.

From now on,
why don't you call me Will?

I mean, we've known each other
long enough to drop the formalities.

Will-- Will--
I shall call you Will.

Let's go.

There. That's the final thing.
If it doesn't work now, it never will.

Speak.
I command you.

I don't understand.
It oughta work.

You will abandon
this project now.

- There's not much else I can do.
- A wise decision.

What are you doing?

I will disconnect fusion wires.

The parts in this robotoid
will prove of value in the future.

[ Beeping, Clanking ]

- Did you hear something?
- No.

- [ Beeping ]
- He's activating.

Maybe he can speak.
Hello?

- [ Speaking Slowly ] Hello.
- Can you walk?

- Walk.
- Walk.

That's great. Now I can take you
back to the Jupiter 2.

- Follow me.
- Follow.

Bad. Very bad.

If we feed the robotoid any more information,
Dr. Smith, he's liable to explode.

Your fears are groundless, my boy. The mental
capabilities of this machine are unlimited.

He's simply
devouring knowledge.

And compared to that clumsy
has-been over there, we have
an absolute genius on our hands.

You shouldn't talk that way in front of him,
Dr. Smith, even if he is only a robot.

- He hears you and has a reaction.
- Indeed.

Next you'll be telling me
that he's thin-skinned.

Well, how are you two
getting along with the robotoid?

"Splendidly"
would be an understatement.

He scares ya the way
he learns so fast.

I mean, he understands
before you finish explaining.

- Have you had any more trouble
with our Robot, Will?
- We have had a little discussion...

and I'm happy to report that
an understanding has been reached.

Understanding?
What does that mean?

It simply means I've told him if he doesn't
behave properly, I shall dismantle him...

and use the parts to build myself
a motor vehicle of some type.

On second thought,
I may do it anyway.

You're just kidding,
aren't you, Dr. Smith?

Don't waste your time
on sympathy, my boy.

Our Robot is passé,
obsolete.

Before you go tearing one robot apart, you'd
better be sure this one works satisfactorily.

I will serve you well,
Professor Robinson.

Already, I know many things
and in time...

will learn much more.

You see what I mean?
Absolutely brilliant.

- Will, shall we give a demonstration?
- I don't know, Dr. Smith.

- We've only tried it once.
- I'm sure it will work. Now, then--

What can we use?

- Hello, dear.
- Ah, my dear Mrs. Robinson. Just in time.

- Could I trouble you for your watch, please?
- My watch?

Have no fear.
No harm will come to it. I assure you.

Thank you. Here we have
one watch in good running condition.

Come on, Smith.
Skip the circus ballyhoo.

- [ Maureen ] Oh, Dr. Smith!
- Dr. Smith, what an awful thing to do!

That was an anniversary gift
from Dad.

Let us not get
overly disturbed.

All is not as dark
as it seems.

Here we have
one extremely sick watch.

But we also
have a quick cure.

The watch is broken.
You know what to do.

I hear and obey.

Here you are, Mrs. Robinson.
One anniversary present...

cleaned, polished
and in perfect working order.

Ohh. Why,
it even has a new crystal.

- Oh, look.
- Well. That's quite a feat.

The robotoid can
repair lots of things for us.

He sure will come in handy in the Chariot.
I've got some parts held together with glue.

I wonder if the robotoid
can darn socks.

You have only
to give them to me.

I will be
most pleased to help you.

Look!

Some vegetables
from the garden.

Oh, thank you.

I am pleased
to help you.

It has been many decades
since we left the planet.

We presumed you to be lost.

Until recently,
I was without full power.

An Earth boy has enabled me
to function fully again.

So now Earth people
are on the planet, hmm?

Several.
Are you interested in them?

Yes, indeed. We have great need for
new subjects for our experiments.

I was sure you would be.

I have already taken steps
to secure them for you, Master.

Very good. You have acted
with foresight and vision, as always.

When the Earthlings
have been rendered harmless...

I will communicate
with you again.

Very good.
And then I will come and take them.

I don't know why, but I wish
Will hadn't activated that robotoid.

Well, from what I've seen,
he's gonna be a great help.

Yes, I know.

You and Will--
a couple of real softies.

- You know what he told me tonight?
- What?

- He told me he was sorry
he found that robotoid.
- Ahh.

- So am I.
- Well, that's a fine "how do you do."

Next thing you know,
you'll be in tears.

Don't you give me that big,
strong masculine stuff, John Robinson.

You feel the same way
about our Robot as I do.

I guess you're right.

- It is time we talked.
- Proceed.

Now that I have
full operational capabilities...

your services will
no longer be required.

I am needed by the Robinsons.
I was also here first.

The principle of
"first come, first served"...

is an old-fashioned concept.

My programming has been extensive.
My memory banks contain much knowledge.

In comparison to myself,
you are very ignorant.

I have 110 computer units,
which all function perfectly.

You are obviously
of a very primitive design.

From now on,
I will serve the Robinsons.

In all ways,
I am superior to you.

Since there is no need
for two of us, you will leave.

The Robinsons belong to me.
I will not give up my family.

The choice
is not yours.

Already, you know
what is happening.

The Robinsons
prefer me.

In a short while,
I will be indispensable to them...

while you
will be relegated...

to the role
of an inactive bystander.

You are mistaken.
Your efforts will be denied by me.

You are even more stupid
than I first computed.

My path is clear.
Nothing can stop me.

I am very strong.
I can stop you.

I am armed not only
with superior mental powers...

but superior weapons as well.

- You will be stopped.
- I can destroy you easily.

Foolish, sad machine.

There can be no fight
between us.

It would not be a contest.
You need a small demonstration...

of my powers.

[ Electrical Zapping ]

[ Computerized Groaning ]

A small reminder
of what is in store...

for you
if I am provoked.

All right. Get up,
you inept goldbricker!

You don't fool me for a moment
with this amateurish act. Get up, I say.

He seems to be all right mechanically.
But how did he get knocked over?

He probably collapsed
from sheer laziness.

- What happened here?
- I don't know, Dad. We found him like this.

In my opinion, the machine
suffers from the disease of old age.

There's a burn spot on his chest as if he'd been
hit with some kind of electrical charge.

All right.
Let's straighten him up.

What's the matter, Smith? You too light
for heavy work or too heavy for light work?

- Give us a hand.
- Indeed.

- Are you all right?
- Yes.

- Can you tell us what happened?
- I compute your question,
Professor Robinson...

but I will not answer.

Such arrogance! Now, you listen to me,
you fugitive from a junk heap.

When a question is asked,
you will answer.

Good morning, everyone.
I trust you all slept well.

Excellently,
thank you.

I took the liberty of getting
the engine plans of the Chariot.

I would like
to do the job for you.

- Great. We'll work together.
- I do not require any assistance...

but your presence
is welcome.

I hope you're listening to this,
you broken-down has-been.

- Shall we go to work, sir?
- Sure thing. Let's get with it.

- Can I help anyone?
- I can't think of anything at the moment...

but maybe Dad
has something you can do.

No. Not at the moment. I'm gonna check
the weather station. You wanna come along?

- The Robot can do it for you.
- No. I'm afraid that job
is much too complex for him.

I guess you're right. But don't worry.
There'll be plenty of things you can do.

- Plenty of 'em.
- Come on along, son.

Do you need any help,
Dr. Smith?

There are many things which need
to be done, but unfortunately...

you are incapable
of doing any of them.

No one
requires my services anymore.

An astute observation. You, sir,
have reached the end of the line.

The joyride is over.

I had planned to redesign you
possibly into a pleasure vehicle...

but I think you would be substandard
even as that.

- What is my course of action?
- A quick departure seems a very good choice.

- Are you sure there is no other solution?
- None whatsoever.

- Good-bye.
- Then I will go.

- Say good-bye to the others for me.
- I will. Good-bye.

- Especially Will.
- Yes, yes, yes. Good-bye.

- Farewell, Dr. Smith.
- I detest drawn-out departures.

- Go and get it over with.
- Yes. Get it over with.

Yes.

Is there anything else
I can get for you, Professor Robinson?

- Not at the moment.
- If no one else requires my services...

I shall retire
until needed again.

- Well?
- How did we ever get along without him?

Well, I'm almost ashamed to admit it,
but I'm practically a lady of leisure.

And the amazing thing is,
you don't even have to ask him.

You just look around,
and there he is doing it for you.

How's the work on the Chariot coming?

We oughta set a new speed record
by the time we're finished.

That robotoid took one glance at those
engineering plans and went right to work.

I don't like him. I wish
he'd leave and never come back.

In a way, Will, that robotoid
is your creation. You made him function.

I'm sorry I did. Our old Robot
was just as good as this one.

I don't think there's any comparison, Will.
The robotoid's far superior to our old machine.

That's not true! You oughta be ashamed
of yourself, saying bad things about our friend!

Will, now,
Take it easy.

I apologize, sir.
Can I be excused?

All right.

[ Clicks Teeth ] I didn't realize Will
felt so strongly about our Robot. I--

Well, he's not wrong, you know.
We owe him a great deal.

- We owe him our lives.
- Well, we don't have to worry
about him anymore.

He's gone. He disappeared into the wilderness.
At least that's what Dr. Smith told me.

We can't let him stay out there.
The weather will destroy him.

I know that robots don't have any
feelings, but it's almost as though...

when he found out that we didn't
need him anymore, he left us--

almost to destroy
himself deliberately.

- What are you doin' in here?
- I thought I would see if
everything was all right...

before retiring for the night,
Mr. Robinson.

Everything's fine.
So are our guns.

And you're not supposed
to touch them. You know that.

I meant no harm. Tomorrow,
I intend to clean the weapons...

and wanted
to examine them first.

If you object, then I will be glad
to leave them alone.

- You'd better go.
- As you wish.

You do not like me,
do you, Mr. Robinson?

The truth will not hurt me.
Speak what you think.

I don't care how smart you are
or how much you do for us...

I don't like you,
and I don't trust you.

And I never will, not even if
you stay here a hundred years.

All the others appreciate
my efforts in their behalf.

Then do things for them
and stay away from me.

- As you wish, Mr. Robinson.
- And stop calling me Mr. Robinson.

- How would you like to be addressed?
- Just don't talk to me at all.

- Forever.
- Yes, sir. Good night, sir.

[ Robot ]
Psst! Psst!

- Where are you?
- Behind this rock.

I've been looking all over for you. Where have
you been and what have you been doing?

I've been trying to overload my power cells
and burn out my primary memory banks.

But that would be like
committing suicide.

I have found
it was impossible.

I am too heavily protected
by circuit breakers.

Oh, yeah. That's right.
I forgot about those.

I guess you couldn't do anything
to hurt yourself.

Affirmative.
It is only...

one more human characteristic
that I've been cheated out of.

I wouldn't say you were cheated
out of it. It's for your own good.

That is not important.
I have returned only...

to warn you
about the robotoid.

- He is--
- What is it?

- My enemy is coming.
- The robotoid?

- Negative. I refer to Dr. Smith.
- [ Dr. Smith ] Will? Will?

You mean, he's the one
you've been hiding from?

He may change his mind and seek to
reassemble me into a pleasure vehicle.

- [ Dr. Smith ] Will, where are you?
- I'd never let him do that.

- Honest, I wouldn't.
- If he does, I hope you will
ride with me occasionally.

I will try very hard
not to be substandard.

- Now, stop talking like that.
- Good-bye, Will.

Beware of the robotoid.
Good-bye.

[ Dr. Smith ]
Will!

Where have you been, my boy? I've
quite exhausted myself looking for you.

Dr. Smith, I wanna talk to you
about the robotoid.

Precisely why I came after you.

Do you know, he was supposed to give me
an electro-massage promptly at 1800 hours...

and I haven't been able
to find him anywhere.

- But Dr. Smith--
- We must reprogram him
to be more punctual.

- Dr. Smith--
- Come along. I do not want to hear
another single derogatory remark...

about that friendly servant
of man.

Come along.
Come along.

I have been waiting
to hear from you.

This is the first opportunity
I have had to communicate.

- How does your work progress?
- Everything is almost ready.

All goes
very smoothly.

Mmm. That
is a most welcome report.

A problem could develop,
however.

The Earth boy
is suspicious of me.

Do not let him interfere
with your plans.

If necessary,
I will destroy him.

- Very good.
- You will hear from me again soon.

- Don.
- I was just coming to see you. I've got troubles.

- Well, if it makes you feel any better,
you're not alone.
- You first.

Your news might not be
as bad as mine.

- Every weapon on the Jupiter 2 is gone.
- Oh, no. You sure?

- Will said the robotoid
was in the spaceship last night.
- Well, hang onto your hat.

We're missing some vital parts for the Chariot
too. By some lucky happenstance...

you haven't seen our faithful servant
and helper, the robotoid, this morning?

- He also happens to be missing.
- I should've known he was too good to be true.

We'll discuss our mistake later,
after we've found him. Come on!

- John, the force field isn't on.
- The energy projector's missing.

- That's great, just great.
- Perhaps we're all getting unduly worried.

There must be a logical explanation
for all this.

If there is,
I'd be delighted to hear it.

After all, I am not responsible
for our predicament.

No one's to blame except me.
If I hadn't repaired that robotoid--

Ah, Will. You had no way
of knowing this would happen.

- We were all taken in by him.
- Everybody except our Robot.

He knew there was something
wrong from the very beginning.

Well, the damage has been done.
The problem is, how do we rectify the error?

- Find the alien robot.
- That will not be necessary.

As you see,
I am here.

- Good morning to you.
- You took some equipment
that belonged to us.

- I want it returned immediately.
- You want it returned?

- That's an order.
- You can no longer...

tell me what to do,
Professor Robinson.

I am now
in command here.

We'll tell you one more time.
Go get our equipment.

I give the orders now.

You have
been warned.

I have no wish
to harm you...

but neither will I
tolerate any hostile act.

- What do you want from us?
- For myself, nothing.

You are weak
and vulnerable creatures...

but there are those
who have need of you.

Now that you have been
rendered harmless...

I will inform them,
and they will come for you.

- You monster!
- I am only...

a humble
mechanical servant.

You're too modest,
my dear friend.

There's no doubt about
your intellect, none whatsoever.

- As a man of no small brainpower myself--
- Cease your senseless chatter.

My dear sir, surely we can reach
some kind of arrangement with you?

We'll be most happy to do anything--
within reason, of course.

Now, then. Let's discuss
this matter calmly and rationally.

Silence!
Do you think...

I am to be taken in
by your clumsy attempt...

at subterfuge?

You are all to go
into the spaceship at once.

- We could rush him.
- All right. Look for an opening.

- Stop!
- Will!

- I order you to stop.
- Don't you harm him.

Now!

[ Maureen ]
John!

- John.
- [ Robotoid ] Fools...

did you think
to overpower me?

I have the strength...

of a hundred
like yourselves.

Next time,
I will not be so lenient.

Go into the spaceship
before my control unit weakens.

- Hello, Will Robinson.
- Boy, am I glad to see you.

My memory banks
are also pleased.

- I also know you are very worried.
- I sure am.

You were right
about that robotoid.

Repairing him
was the worst thing I've ever done.

You spoil our meeting
with a discussion of this subject.

But we've gotta talk about it.
You don't know what's happened.

It is not my concern.
You forget...

that a robot
has no heart.

I am only wires
and cold metal parts.

But the robotoid has everyone
a prisoner in the Jupiter 2...

and he's sending for some aliens
to come and take them away.

- We need your help.
- It does not compute.

Yes, it does.
You just don't wanna listen.

The Robinsons are
no longer my responsibility.

- They are no longer my family.
- What about Dr. Smith?

- I know you wanna help him.
- Dr. Smith has rejected me most of all.

- I will go now.
- No. Wait.

I'm your friend. You know that.
Help them for me.

You are my friend, Will.
What do you wish done?

You've got to
deactivate the alien robot.

That is a task more easily suggested
than accomplished.

Well, you can use
your electric de-energizer.

I have not had my power pack
recharged in several days.

My electro-force beam
is extremely low.

- How weak is it?
- I will demonstrate.

You'd have
to get awfully close.

I do not believe my enemy
will allow that to happen.

Maybe you could
sneak up on the robotoid.

His sensory system
is extremely well developed.

There is little possibility
of surprise.

- We've gotta think of something.
- I agree.

We must concentrate.

Suppose we rig up an electrical field
in the control room?

- We could use the power units from--
- No. We can't take the chance.

Even if we could lure that robotoid
in here-- which I doubt--

we run the risk
of blowing up the spaceship.

- He really played us for patsies.
- Yeah.

- Any sign of Will?
- At least he's free to move about.

I'd rather
have him here.

Look at the robotoid.

- What's that he's carrying?
- Some sort of visual
communication apparatus.

Probably wants to get in contact
with his alien master.

My efforts
have been successful.

- The Earthlings are harmless.
- We shall leave immediately to get them.

I will send out a homing signal
which will lead you to the planet.

That is very good. We will need the
homing signal to find you and the planet.

- You remember what to do?
- Everything.

Okay. Now, the most important thing
is to keep talking...

and get as close
as possible.

- I compute.
- We're about as ready as we'll ever be.

Let's go.

So, you have returned,
Mr. Robinson.

I didn't want to. I told him what had
happened, and he forced me to come back.

- Forced you?
- I owe no loyalty to these Earth people.

They are not of my own kind.
We are alike.

- We must work together.
- Join the others, Mr. Robinson.

Will, what are you trying to do?

I can't tell you now,
but just hope it works.

Although you are superior,
we are both machines.

- I ask only to serve you.
- Your proposal is very interesting...

but come no closer.

I have computed you,
and your memory banks do not scan.

We shall be friends.
I will prove myself.

Stop where you are.
This is a warning.

For the last time,
stop.

There is no reason for alarm.
As you have said...

I am only a primitive,
obsolete machine.

I will destroy you.

I can't see a thing.

[ Explosion ]

- I don't see our Robot.
- He's probably on the ground.

No, he isn't.
I see him.

[ Robotoid, Voice Slowing ]
You have destroyed me.

He did it!
I knew he could!

Now, Will,
was that your idea?

- The Robot thought it up.
- And I thought the robotoid
was superior. Come on.

- The plan was successful.
- You mean, your plan.

I am only the end result
of those who programmed me.

That may be true,
but there's something more too...

something
that doesn't make sense.

You're more
than a machine.

- You're our friend.
- My computers are deeply affected.

- We'd like you to come back to us.
- I have returned.

- Something wrong?
- My task is not completed yet.

- Where is Dr. Smith?
- He's inside the ship. Why?

There is much
we have to discuss.

Hi, Dr. Smith.
You wanna go fishing?

I'd be delighted
to accompany you, William...

but unfortunately,
it's almost time for my daily chore.

- Couldn't you skip it today?
- I made an agreement with the Robot.

You wouldn't want me to go back
on my word, would you?

- No, but a week's long enough.
- He strikes a hard bargain.

Our arrangement
is for two weeks.

But considering how badly
I treated our mechanical friend...

the penalty for his forgiveness
is not so bad.

Ah, here
he comes now.

- Are you ready, Dr. Smith?
- At your service, sir.

Proceed.

You may apply more effort,
Dr. Smith. My skin is not sensitive.

That's what you say.

And do not miss any spots.
If it is worth doing...

it is worth
doing well.

I compute.

I compute.

[ Thunderclap ]

- John, come inside quickly.
- [ Wind Whistling ]

- John.
- [ Computer Beeping ]

Take a look at this
cosmic radiation gauge.

- [ Continues Beeping ]
- That's wild.

- Well, does that mean
we're going to have a cosmic storm?
- And fast.

- You'd better get the kids together.
- Here comes Judy now.

[ Wind Whistling ]

- I made it. Oh!
- Just in time.

Boy, it's a good thing we had Smith install
those arrestors last week.

- I'll go below and check on the kids.
- Right.

- Thank you.
- Arrestors? Daddy, aren't those long
metal poles with round gizmos on top?

- That's right.
- But I just saw them this afternoon...

sitting in a pile
under some brush.

Smith!

- Smith!
- [ Thunderclap ]

I thought I told you to install
those arrestors 10 days ago.

- Now look what you've done.
I've lost the count.
- [ Maureen ] Lost the count?

- Dr. Smith, are you ill?
- Preventive medicine, madam.

I must check every day. You know, it's
all very well for these younger men...

to be forced into manual labor,
but for a man of my years--

- Never mind that.
Didn't you put any of them up?
- Any of what?

- Will's below, but Penny must be outside.
- Oh, John.

All right. You two take care
of the ship. We'll find Penny.

That means you, Smith!
Get a move-on!

Penny!

Come on, Debbie. We'd better get back.
There's nobody under there, silly.

- It's just a mirror.
- [ Debbie Warbles ]

Look.

- See, now. Watch.
They'll do everything that we do.
- [ Continues Warbling ]

Blub, blub, blub.

- [ Dr. Smith ] Penny, where are you?
- Oh, over here, Dr. Smith.

It's high time you answered.
Come along, dear.

- There's a cosmic storm brewing.
We haven't a moment to lose.
- Cosmic storm!

- Where did this come from?
- Oh, I don't know.

Come on, Debbie.
Hurry.

An alien mirror abandoned
by some other space traveler, perhaps.

- But it's not worth anything, is it?
- [ Dr. Smith ] Oh, no.

No. Absolute trash.
That's all. Completely worthless.

- I was gonna ask Dad about it, but--
- Oh, no. No.

You mustn't ask him anything.
You mustn't bother anybody.

It's only solid platinum.
That's all.

Well, then, hurry up, Dr. Smith.
Let's go!

- [ Gasps ] Are you all right, Dr. Smith?
- I don't know.

- Was I hit? Feel my pulse.
- [ Penny Screeches ]

Here it comes!
Come on under here!

Here!

[ Thunderclaps ]