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[ Man Narrating ]
Last week, as you recall...

we left Professor Robinson and Dr. Smith
searching for a lost laser pistol...

unaware the professor would,
within moments...

be plunged into
an incredible encounter...

with a deadly alien spirit.

There it is, on the floor of the cave.

Well, for two buttons and an old shoestring,
I'd make you climb down there and get it.

Oh, you wouldn't.
You know I have a phobia about heights.

I get extremely dizzy.
Losing the pistol was an accident-- ask Will.

I did.

He said you heard this sound,
drew your laser...

and then this small lizard appeared.

You screamed,
dropped the pistol and ran.

You have your facts
completely awry, sir.

In the first place, the lizard was not small.
It was huge.

In the second place, I did not drop my pistol.
The reptile flung it from my grasp.

And in the third place,
I did not scream and run.

I made a calm, orderly retreat.

Knowing your unquestioned bravery
in the past, I can believe that.

All right, I'll get the laser.
All you've gotta do is hold on to the rope.

Yes, yes, I can do that.

Never fear, Smith is here.
You're in good hands.

- All right, now, pay it out slowly.
- Yes, I can do that.

- Careful.
- All right, slow.

All right, a little more slack.

More slack coming up.

[ Crashing ]

- It's a cave-in!
- Pull up on the rope! I'm coming up!

[ Screams ]

Poor Professor Robinson.

Smith!

Smith!

Dr. Smith, can you hear me?

[ Wall Sliding Shut ]

This is the second time this week
I've had to recharge your power pack.

You sure are using a lot of energy.

It is Dr. Smith's fault.
He is constantly talking to me.

- Well, you don't have to reply.
- Judy's right.

All you have to do is tune him out
by shutting off your audio unit.

Help! Help! Oh!

Major, a dreadful calamity
has befallen us.

I barely escaped with my life.
But it's not my fault.

There's nothing I could've done
to help Professor Robinson.

- Something's happened to Dad?
- Yes. Yes!

Smith, take a hold of yourself!
Now, what's this all about?

- Oh, dear! Oh, dear!
- You'd better answer me.

We have lost Professor Robinson,
sealed up in a dark catacomb!

- I don't believe it!
- Oh, William, William, it's the sad truth.

Father's all right.
I'm sure he is.

- I'm gonna go tell Mother what's happened.
- And get some lights.

- We'll start digging right away.
- I also will assist.

Smith, you get
some picks and shovels.

Will and I will get the rest
of the equipment we need.

Major, my recent experience
has exhausted me. My delicate back--

You heard what I said.
Move!

Aah! Out of my way,
you ninny!

[ Alien Voice ] You are strong,
but even the strength of a hundred men...

could not move that rock.

Who said that?

Your strength will serve me well.

Who's here? Where are you?

[ Roaring ]

[ Alien Voice ]
I am pleased.

You have courage.

- Where are you?
- Approach, John Robinson.

I have been waiting
for you a long time.

- Who are you?
- Once, I was a great warrior
and leader of my race.

- But that was many centuries ago.
- What is it you want with me?

My body has long ago
been used up.

I want yours as a replacement.

You have all the qualities
which I need.

There is no escape.

Sleep, John Robinson. Sleep.

And while you sleep,
I will take over your body.

Oh, enough. Enough. I've reached
the end of my endurance.

- I'll take over your shovel
if you want me to, Dr. Smith.
- No, you won't, Penny.

If the rest of us can keep going,
so can you, Smith.

You're a cold, cruel man, Major.

- Penny, do you want some of this?
- No, thanks, Mom.

Judy? Here, have some water.

Dear lady-- Dear lady, nothing would give me
greater joy than to free your husband.

But we've been working for hours.

The spirit is willing,
but my flesh has grown weak.

Well, perhaps you're right, Dr. Smith.

We could probably all do
with a few minutes' rest.

I'm not tired, Mother.

We could save a lot of time if we could blast
our way through into that cave.

Excellent idea, Major.
It would save hours of backbreaking labor.

I advise against such a course.

An explosive might cause
further damage in the interior of the cave.

- I suppose he's right.
- Be still, you nondescript ninny!

According to my computations...

the Chariot light batteries only have
a few more minutes of power.

I suggest that everyone
return to the spaceship...

and resume work in the morning.

- Well, we can't do that.
- What about Dad?

My sensors tell me that
there is plenty of oxygen in the cave.

Professor Robinson is in
no danger from that source.

Splendid.
A good night's sleep for us all...

and we can attack this barrier
with renewed energy.

For once, I agree
with Smith, Maureen.

You can go back to the spaceship.
I can't leave here.

I wanna stay too.
I can work in the dark.

We'll get your father out
safe and sound, Will. Don't worry.

There's nothing more
we can do now.

Oh, please, Mom, let me stay too.
I can work just as long as Will can.

No, Don's right.
We can't work in the dark.

- And I'm not gonna let you two
children stay up all night.
- But, Mom--

Mother, are you sure
he'll be all right?

Yes, Judy.

Come on, Judy.

Mom's right, Will.

All right. But I'm coming back
first thing in the morning.

Awake, John Robinson!

It is time you return
to your family.

The cave entrance is blocked.
I can't get out.

I have removed
the obstructions.

[ Wall Sliding Open ]

Go. But remember--

I am now a part of you.

No. I won't let you.

There is nothing you can do.

And every time you sleep, I will gain
further control of your mind.

You are not to remember anything
that has happened here. Now, go!

And take good care of our body.

My head feels as if a mule kicked it.

A stone must've hit me.

I must've been unconscious for hours.

I wonder what happened to Smith.

What are you two doing up?

The same thing you are-- worrying.

- When will it be daylight?
- Three hours at the earliest.

I wish I could say something
optimistic, Maureen.

Please don't.
I don't think I could stand it.

- I know what you mean.
- Don, I think we should go back there now.

- [ Judy ] Dad!
- Oh!

- [ Judy ] Dad!
- Oh!

Oh, John!

Thank you.

Oh, dear. I'm weak with hunger.

My stomach is a disaster area.

[ Groans ]
Salad.

Nothing but dreary, green salad.

I'm literally famished.

Carrots for breakfast.
Suitable for Bugs Bunny, perhaps...

but hardly adequate fare
for a gourmet like me.

The others are eating breakfast.
Why do you not join them?

Because, my inquisitive friend...

I do not wish Professor Robinson
to question me...

about yesterday's
unfortunate accident.

There are some things worse
than hunger, I suppose.

[ Sighs ]
Now, what was I saying?

You were referring to
"yesterday's unfortunate accident."

Ah, yes. Despite the fact that
I am completely without blame...

Professor Robinson
might just possibly bear...

some small resentment
toward me.

I had to turn the rope loose,
you know.

Otherwise, I would've been trapped
in the cave myself.

In other words,
you chickened out on him.

How dare you!

I'd like to report--

That is not true.

He who chickens and runs away...

will chicken out another day.

Silence, you malicious moron!
Just one more word out of you and I'll--

Dr. Smith, Dad wants you.

Well, uh, tell him
I'm busy working in the garden.

- I shall talk to him later.
- He said now.

A moment of truth has arrived.

Be still, you bubble-headed booby!

Very well. Lead on.

Before we go any further,
Professor, I should like to state that...

I did everything in my power
to help you yesterday.

- Well, of course you did.
- Then you're not angry at me?

Certainly not!
Have some breakfast.

Why, thank you.

As a matter of fact,
I am a bit hungry today. I'll just have--

- Don't touch that food.
- But you just said that--

You're not gonna eat any food
from this table today.

And if you don't join us
tomorrow on time for breakfast...

you're not going to eat
for another 24 hours, Dr. Smith.

- Is that understood?
- John, aren't you being a little unreasonable?

This is no concern of yours, Maureen.

Take it easy, John.
Are you sure you're feeling all right?

I feel perfectly fine.

Just because I expect
a little discipline...

a little routine from that man,
does not mean that I am sick!

John, please.

John.

I'm-- I'm sorry.

Please, forgive me, all of you.

It's this headache.
I just can't seem to get rid of it.

Look, dear, I--
Don't you think you'd better rest?

I think you need some sleep.

Yes, I think I'd better go lie down.

I hope you don't take what
I said seriously, Dr. Smith.

Oh, not at all, sir.

We all have occasional
outbursts of ill temper.

Dad'll be all right, won't he, Don?

Sure, Penny. He'll be as fit as a fiddle
in the morning.

Unfortunately, Major,
I cannot agree with you.

Professor Robinson
is an extremely sick man.

What do you think's wrong
with him, Dr. Smith?

The symptoms are unmistakable, Will.

His responsibilities have
become too much for him.

- I've been expecting this
for quite a while now.
- Expecting what, Dr. Smith?

I regret to say that Professor Robinson...

is undergoing a complete
mental breakdown.

[ Don ] If anyone's flipping his lid
around here, Smith, it's you.

John Robinson happens to be
the sanest man I've ever met.

Indeed, Major.
I will not argue the point with you.

Just remember, there is a limit
to what the mind can stand.

For once I agree with you.
There is a limit, and I've just reached it.

- [ Knocking ]
- Who is it?

- Can I talk to you, Dad?
- Sure. Come in, son.

I made a prize idiot
out of myself, didn't I?

No, you didn't, sir.
Everyone understood.

You're a good boy, Will.

In many ways...

you're a better son
than I am a father.

I think it's the other way around.

Instead of being lost
out here in space...

you should be leading the life
of a normal boy...

playing with youngsters your own age,
going to ball games...

doing all the things a boy
needs to do before growing up.

I like what I'm doing better.

You're saying that only because
you don't know what you've missed.

I should've insisted that
you remain on Earth.

And the girls too.

There's so much that
they haven't experienced.

So much.

Dad?

No. No!

[ Alien Voice ]
Why do you fight me, John Robinson?

I am already deep in your mind.
I cannot be dislodged.

Go away.
Leave me alone.

Why do you fight me,
Professor Robinson?

You expend your strength foolishly.

[ John ] I'll never give in to you.
Do you hear? Never!

[ Alien Voice ]
Cease talking! Listen.

I am going to leave this planet.

Or should I say
we are going to leave?

To accomplish our purpose,
we will need a spaceship.

The Jupiter 2
has no power thrust.

It lacks fuel, needs repairs.

[ Alien Voice ] Small matters
which can be easily taken care of...

with my help, of course.

I will instruct you as to what
must be done. Do you understand?

Yes.

- I understand.
- Good.

Now, sleep.
When you wake...

there will be much to do.

- Hello, Will.
- Hi.

If you have a problem,
I'll be glad to help solve it for you.

There's nothing you can do.

- You are concerned about your father.
Is that not so?
- Yeah.

Professor Robinson is strong.

His recuperative powers
are excellent.

- There is no need to worry.
- I know.

It's just that Dad's always so healthy.

- And seeing him in bed--
- The rest will do him good.

I don't agree.

Professor Robinson's problem
is not physical. It's mental.

- Loafing in bed won't help him.
- But it can't hurt him.

Spare me your useless medical advice,
Dr. Dunderhead.

Well, Dad was all right
before the cave-in, Dr. Smith.

Ah, but was he?
That is the important question.

Who knows what deep-seated problems
lay waiting in his subconscious?

Like tigers ready to spring
at the first sign of weakness.

Golly. Do you really think so?

He displays all the symptoms
of a classic case of a disturbed individual.

Baloney!

Silence, or I'll
divide your computers...

and turn you into
a split personality!

Go on, Dr. Smith.

Your father's problem must be rooted out
and exposed to the fresh air of reason.

Then a cure will be effected.

- I sure wish there was
something we could do.
- There is.

With my extensive practice
in the field of psychiatry...

I could easily restore
your father to perfect mental health.

Well, I don't know, Dr. Smith.
If you're not really qualified--

Now what do you suppose the title "Doctor"
before my name implies?

Of course I'm qualified!
However...

if you prefer to have
your father suffer--

No, I'm sorry if
I insulted you, Dr. Smith.

If you can help Dad,
I'm all for it.

Very well. I shall undertake
to start working on my patient...

at the earliest opportunity.

- May I speak?
- You have my permission.

In my opinion, it is not Professor Robinson
who needs psychiatric treatment.

It is his doctor.

Just you wait...

you deplorable dummy.

- Oh, Dad's awake.
- Good.

- How's the headache?
- Gone and forgotten. I feel fine now.

Oh, thank goodness.
You really had me worried.

- I said I feel fine. Now, let's drop the subject.
- Why--

[ Nervous Chuckle ]
Certainly, dear.

I hope you're real hungry.
We're going to have a wonderful dinner.

- I have--
- We can discuss food later.

Right now I have something
much more important to talk about.

We're getting the Jupiter 2
back into space.

I've devised a machine to make fuel.

We can synthesize
all the deutronium we need.

- Fantastic.
- But it will work.

I didn't say it wouldn't, but--
but where did you get this information?

It's years ahead
of anything we know.

What difference does it make?
Just so we can get off this planet.

I couldn't be happier.

I'm just curious as to why you
never told me about this method
of manufacturing fuel before.

Since when is it necessary that I discuss
everything with you, Major West?

You seem to forget
who's in command here.

- It is I who give the orders!
Your job is to obey them.
- Sure, John.

You're running the show.

Whatever you say,
that's fine with me.

And from now on, things are gonna
be different around this camp.

I've worked out
a flight schedule.

It calls for our leaving
this planet within one week.

In order to attain that goal,
we're going to have to work day and night.

Well, why--
why the sudden rush?

Another day or two
won't make any difference.

Because I want it
that way, Maureen.

Any objections, Maureen?

No, John.

Has anyone else any comment?

When do we start
manufacturing the fuel?

Right after dinner.

Have someone bring me my dinner.
I'll be eating in the lab tonight.

- Oh, dear!
- I didn't know it was so late.

- Do you know it's after 2:00?
- Oh!

Indeed I do.
Every muscle in my body knows it.

Your husband, madam,
has turned into a tyrant.

Well, at least he let Will and Penny
go to bed at their normal time.

Yeah, but he wasn't
too happy about it.

He sure is in a rush
to get that fuel machine built.

It cannot be done in one night.
Unfortunately, he doesn't seem to realize that.

Have any of you noticed John's eyes?

They seem to look right through you.

Indeed, I have noticed.
I do believe there is cause for alarm.

[ Don ] One thing that bothers me
is you never know what to expect.

One moment he seems
perfectly all right...

and the next, pow,
he's like someone you've never met before.

Even I can't talk to him.

He just... walks away.

I know. I grabbed him by the arm,
and he got so angry he almost hit me.

We're obviously dealing with
a very disturbed man, Major.

He cannot be reached by
the usual methods of reasoning.

You know, Dr. Smith,
I never thought I'd hear myself saying this...

but I'm even willing
to take a suggestion from you.

And high time too.
Let me handle the professor.

Possibly you're unaware that
I am completely familiar...

with the latest techniques
in the field of psychiatry.

As a doctor or a patient?

Spare me your insulting barbs, Major,
or I shall withdraw my offer of help.

Dr. Smith, Don was only joking.

I'm sure we'd all be most grateful
for any help you could give us.

For the sake of the children
and you, madam, I shall take the case.

Possibly, Professor Robinson
is still awake.

I might as well start
the treatment immediately.

- Good luck, Dr. Smith.
- Thank you, Judy.

I shall do the best I can.

Dr. Zachary Smith, the angel of mercy,
rises to the occasion.

May I come in?

Well!

Burning the midnight oil, I see.

What do you want?
I'm busy.

I just thought we'd have a--
a nice little chat.

You know, quite often a quiet talk
with a friend has great therapeutic value.

- I have no friends.
- Oh, but you have, and I am one of them.

Now, why don't you just
put down your work...

and relax?

There. Excellent.

Can't you just feel
the tensions and frustrations...

of the busy day melting away?

All I feel is boredom.

Possibly you don't realize it,
but you haven't been yourself lately.

Your attitude has been overbearing,
hostile and quite unpleasant.

Obviously, you're having a little...

shall we say, mental trouble.

Now, why don't you just
tell the old doctor...

all about it.

- Dr. Smith?
- Yes?

You're a fool!

I beg your pardon?

[ Alien Voice ]
I said, you are a fool!

What--

- Who said that?
- [ Alien Voice ] I did, Dr. Smith.

Who are you?

[ Alien Voice ]
I will tell you.

[ John ]
My name is Canto.

I'm a great leader and warrior
from the planet Quasti.

[ Alien Voice ] Is there anything else
you would like to know, Dr. Smith?

No.

N-No, I'm... perfectly satisfied.

[ John ]
Stay where you are.

No one said you could leave.

[ Alien Voice ] You are not to mention what
you have learned in this room to anyone.

- Do you understand?
- Oh, yes. Yes, sir.

[ Alien Voice ] It would be wise
to remember what I have said.

- If you do not--
- I will be forced to destroy you.

No!
[ Yells ]

Oh, dear.
What am I gonna do?

If I tell the others what's happening,
the alien will destroy me.

- And if I don't--
- Did you address me, Dr. Smith?

No. No, I was talking to myself.

A most disturbing habit.
It tells me you have a problem.

- Would you like to discuss it with me?
- A fat lot of good you could do.

You are mistaken.
I already know a great deal.

I too know what is wrong
with Professor Robinson.

Quiet! I don't wanna hear
another word out of you.

Let him talk, Dr. Smith.
If he knows what's wrong with Dad...

maybe we can find a cure.

There's nothing to cure.
Your father's condition was only temporary.

He's well on the way to recovery.

That is not true.
The professor has grown worse.

One more word out of you
and I'll remove your power pack!

Let him talk, Dr. Smith.
I wanna hear what he has to say.

Well, I do not!
I refuse to get involved!

[ Sighs ]
We're almost finished.

Tomorrow we should be able
to start manufacturing fuel.

Oh, Don. You know,
I always thought...

that I would be overjoyed
at the thought of leaving this planet.

But I'd be willing to stay forever
if it would help John return to normal.

[ Judy ]
Dr. Smith said Dad is getting better.

- But I haven't noticed any improvement.
- Neither have I.

- If anything, he's worse.
- [ Will ] Mom?

The Robot has something to tell us.

- What is it?
- I have computed
Professor Robinson's condition...

and have arrived
at certain conclusions.

He is not mentally or physically ill.

He isn't? Well,
then what's wrong with him?

He is possessed--
possessed by an alien spirit.

- But how? Why?
- My source of information is limited.

You're holding back something.
I order you to tell us.

- Very well, but it will distress you.
- We want to hear it.

The alien spirit has not yet gained
full control of Professor Robinson.

But time grows short.

Unless some remedy is found...

he will be completely taken over
and lost forever.

I am sorry.

Oh, Don.

- What are we going to do?
- I wish I knew.

[ Alien Voice ] The mechanical man
has told them what is happening.

That could be very unfortunate.

There's nothing they can do
to stop us now.

Perhaps. Still, they could be a hindrance.

- Then we must remove them.
- [ Chuckling ]

We are beginning to think
more and more alike.

Dad, where are you?

Oh. Dad. Golly, did you give me a scare.

What are you doing here?
Spying on me?

Answer me! You're spying!

No, sir. I mean, yes, sir.

I mean, I didn't mean any harm.
Really, I didn't, sir.

Does anyone else know about this?

If you're lying--

No, sir. It's the truth.
Really, Dad.

All right, I believe you.

Now, go back where you belong.

And if you say anything about this
to anyone, then I'll punish you.

Do you understand? Now, go!

Yes, sir.

I have brought you back to this tomb
for a reason, John Robinson.

It is time for me
to take over completely.

Yes, I know.

I'm willing.

Fine. We're right on schedule.

- Have either of you seen John?
- Come to think of it, I haven't.

- Isn't he in the lab?
- No.

He's not anywhere in the spaceship.
I've looked everywhere.

Dad just wouldn't
have wandered off.

[ Sighs ]
I think I know where we can find him.

The place where
all this started-- that cave.

I'll go in first and look around.
Give me the flashlight.

- I'm going in with you.
- So am I.

I don't think it's a good idea. There's no
telling what we might find in there.

- We're going with you.
- All right.

[ Alien Voice ]
What is it you want here?

Dad! Where did you get
those clothes?

Judy. Oh, John,
I'm so glad we found you.

You are both mistaken.
I am not John Robinson.

Sure you are, fella. Come on.
We're going back to the Jupiter 2.

- Stay where you are.
- Now, is that any way to treat an old friend?

I warn you. Do not take
another step closer.

Come on, buddy.
You don't need that.

Stay back!

Something terrible
has happened to him, Maureen.

We have to get
that weapon away from him.

Be very careful.

John?

You remember Major West.

You've known each other for years.

- Major West.
- Dad, please. You've got to remember.

[ Maureen ]
And you remember Penny and Will...

and Dr. Smith.

Oh, try. Try to remember.

Maureen.

- Maureen.
- Oh, yes, John.

- Yes.
- Judy.

- Judy.
- Dad!

Don, no!

There is no John Robinson.

Only his body.

My name is Canto!

[ Maureen ]
John, please.

Stay back!

John, please, let me
take you back to the spaceship.

- Get away from me.
- Oh!

- What are you going to do?
- You present a danger to me.

I must see to it
that you're out of the way.

Open that door
and let us out of here.

I don't take orders. I give them!

You shall remain here while I
complete plans on your spaceship.

You can't leave us trapped in here.

Mrs. Robinson,
do not worry about your children.

When I leave this planet,
they'll go with me.

No. You can't!

Everyone will be needed
to run the spaceship.

Maureen, there's no use in
trying to reason with him.

Let's go.

Foolish, Earth man!

I have destroyed armies,
and you dare...

to pit your puny strength
against me?

Oh!

No, don't!

You may consider yourself fortunate.

I'm usually not so lenient
with my enemies.

I spent many centuries in this cave.

Perhaps you will enjoy it.

It's getting late.

I just know something bad
has happened to them, Will.

Do you think we should
start looking for them?

Don't know. Suppose they came back
while we were gone?

Here we are, children.

I prepared a nice little
bedtime snack for you.

- None for me, Dr. Smith.
- Me either.

Now, look here,
my dear young friends.

You ate hardly anything at dinner.

They are worried.
They are not concerned with food.

I don't recall having
asked for your advice.

I'm just as worried as you are.

But starving yourselves
won't help matters.

We're just not hungry, Dr. Smith.

Very well.
Then you'd better get ready for bed.

Oh, couldn't we stay up
just a little longer, Dr. Smith?

In the hope that
the others will return.

You may not stay up. When your parents
are away I am responsible for you...

and I will simply not tolerate two sleepy,
worn-out children on my hands.

- Off you go.
- All right.

But will you promise to wake us up
when they get back?

Of course I will. Off with you.

- Good night, Dr. Smith.
- Good night.

[ Robot ]
Good night, Penny. Good night, Will.

Remember: Brush your teeth.

Thank you, little mother.

I'll be down in a few moments.

Oh, dear, oh, dear, oh, dear.

Poor, dear children.

Alone on this cold, cruel planet.

We'll have to be extremely kind to them
until the pain of their loss lessens.

Pain? Loss?

Surely you don't believe that...

Mrs. Robinson or any of the others
will ever return?

I cannot answer that question.

As for the professor,
we can forget about him too.

I cannot forget.
They are all in my memory banks.

But they'll be all right.
I'll take very good care of them.

Dr. Smith, the father.

- Yes.
- Dr. Smith, the mother.

- Yes.
- It does not compute. It does not compute!

- It does not--
- Oh, shut up!

- It does not compute! It does--
- There!

That should stop your cackling.

Ah, there you are.

I've prepared a nice, hot breakfast for you.
I know you'll enjoy it.

We'll eat later,
if you don't mind, Dr. Smith.

We wanna start looking for
Mom and Dad and the others.

I do mind. You're not stepping
one step out of this camp...

- without eating your breakfast.
- But we're wasting time.

Dr. Smith is right.
You must have nourishment.

Thank you. I'm glad to hear that
for once you agree with me.

It is one of the few times.
You are more often wrong.

Spare me your philosophical comments,
you blithering bumpkin!

[ Alien Voice ]
I also agree with Dr. Smith.

Come no closer, or I will destroy!

There is no danger. I'm a friend.

Who are you?

My name is Canto. I'm here to help you.

In what way, may I ask?

I have information about
the rest of your party.

Where are they?
Can you take us to them?

Sit down and eat,
and I'll tell you what I know.

Your parents, your sister and Major West
are unfortunately no longer on this planet.

- Oh, no!
- Oh, dear.

They've been taken away
in a spaceship to the planet Quasti.

How do you know that?

Because I was a member of
the aliens who took them.

I did not approve of what
my friends were doing.

As a result, they left me here.

In all honesty, I must tell you
I'm not here out of unselfish motives.

My friends betrayed me.
I seek vengeance...

and you can help me attain it.

We'll do everything we can, sir.
But how?

You have a spaceship.
It is nearly ready for flight.

We can take it and go
to the planet Quasti.

There, my friends will assist
in freeing your parents.

We can be of mutual
benefit to each other.

I don't believe a word he said.
I think he's lying.

- William!
- We didn't see any other aliens
or their spaceship.

And what about Dad?
Why was he acting so strange?

That was the work
of my former friends.

You've got an answer
for everything, haven't you?

Well, the rest can go with you,
but not me.

Will--

The boy's overwrought, sir.
Please forgive him.

The strain of losing his parents.
You do understand.

Of course.

- Shall we cooperate with each other?
- By all means, sir.

Then let's begin preparations
for our departure.

Oh, yes. Yes, at once, sir.

I have been looking for you.

So now you found me. So what?

My sensory units tell me
you are very unhappy.

- Is there anything I can do?
- Tell me about the alien.

I have not yet been able to make
any computations regarding him.

- There is a barrier.
- It's not your fault.

Like yourself, I too miss
the rest of the family. Alert!

Alert!

The others are getting the spaceship
ready for departure.

Why aren't you helping them?
Answer me!

Why aren't you helping them?
Answer me!

The others can go with you,
but not me.

No, sir, I'm staying right here.

If Will does not go, I too will remain.

Well, it seems that I have
a rebellion on my hands.

When Penny and Dr. Smith
learn what we intend to do...

they will stay here also.

You're being very foolish,
Will Robinson.

If I prove to you that everything I said
was true, would you go with me then?

Sure. But you're lying again.
I know it.

You judge me wrongly,
Will Robinson.

If you come with me,
I will show you how wrong you are.

- All right, show me.
- Shall I accompany you?

Stay here.
You have work to do.

Do as he says.

I shall wait for you to return.

Come.

Have you ever seen
this place before?

No.

Go ahead.
I have something to show you.

Look!

It reaches down to
the very core of this planet.

- I know why you brought me here.
- Do you?

You're going to push me off,
aren't you?

Yes, Will Robinson. I am.

You're going to push me off,
aren't you?

Yes, Will Robinson. I am.

And I know why you're
wearing that mask too--

so we won't know that you've
taken over my father's body.

You're a very bright young man.

It's regrettable that
you must be destroyed...

but it must be done.

Would you do something for me first?

Would you take off your mask?

I want to see my father's face one last time.

Very well.

Good-bye, Dad.
I love you.

- What did you say?
- I love you, Dad.

[ Alien Voice ]
Why do you hesitate?

- Push him off!
- No.

I order you to obey!

- No, it's not-- it's not right.
- Push him off!

- I command you!
- Don't listen to him, Dad!

- We all love you!
- You cannot disobey me!

- Do as I say!
- Nothing's stronger than the feeling
we have for you, Dad!

Listen to me!
Listen to me!

Listen!

Listen! Listen!

No! No! No!

No! No!

He's gone, Dad.
He's gone forever.

Yes, Will. He's gone.

What do you think
chased him off, sir?

Love, Will.

In all the worlds and galaxies
of this universe, there is nothing stronger.

- [ Rumbling ]
- Penny!

They're slightly off.

- Do you think it's as bad up at the drill site?
- I don't think so.

But it could be heading their way.
I'd better warn them.

Don! Come in, Don!

I don't know what's causing this
disturbance, but I do know one thing.

It's happening at a depth that could crack
the core of this planet and lay it wide open.

- Don! Come in, Don!
- Right here, John.

Listen, that last batch of deutronium fuel
tested out just fine.

- I think we finally got all we need.
- That's good news.

How about the earthquake?
Give you any trouble?

- Earthquake? What earthquake?
- Well, we got it here but good...

and deeper than anything
we ever had before.

You'd better pack your gear and get back here
right away. The next one may hit your area.

We'll start right back. Judy, get Will
and Smith. I'll start loading the equipment.

In the presence of appreciative colleagues
and fellow voyagers, I now unveil--

Will, Dr. Smith, we're leaving!

- Shh!
- Shh!
- Dad just called.

He said there might be an earthquake
right here in this very area.

Am I or am I not going to receive
the reverence this ceremony deserves?

You've got it, Dr. Smith.

As I was saying--
William.

You too.

I now unveil this noble monument...

a temple of immortality...

to the living
and imperishable memory...

of Dr. Zachary Smith.

I name thee... Spirit of Space!

But, Dr. Smith,
it doesn't even look like you.

It is the abstract artistic concept
of my inner self.

- Now can we leave?
- My dear boy...

have you no regard for
the sanctity of this moment?

We've gotta get out of here.
Didn't you hear what Judy said?

We might be right
in the middle of a--

- No, no! Don't fall!
- [ Will ] Hit the dirt!