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Outer orbital
velocity maintained.

Exiting final atmosphere.

Switch to reserve fuel
cells for firing check.

[ explosion ]

Oh!

Oh.

John, is anything wrong?

Looks like impurities
in the reserve fuel system.

We're gonna try a short blast at
maximum thrust to clean them out.

Now, stand by below.

Impurities? There may
be noxious fumes.

I must get
my gas mask.

All right.
Maximum acceleration.

Full forward thrust,
one minute.

Full forward thrust,
one minute.

We must be getting close
to the speed of light.

Will it purify us?

[ Blows Raspberry]

How dare you!

Fifty-eight, 59,
one minute.

Power off.

It's not responding. We're
still at maximum acceleration.

We're on runaway thrust.
I can't slow us down.

Hit the emergency circuit breakers.
Quickly!

Warning! Warning!
Vehicle velocity now

equivalent to
speed of light.

Velocity now increasing
beyond EM radiation speed.

[ explosion ]

Oh, dear. Where am I?

Why does everything
look so glassy?

I must be underwater, at the
bottom of some terrible sea.

William. William, wake up!

Judy? Penny? Dear lady?

Alone.

I'm alone,
the only survivor.

How could they
do this to me?

[Whimpers]

Woe is me. Alack and alas.

Woe is me.
Whatever shall I do?

Professor? Major? You too?

Alack and alas.
[Screams]

Good heavens!
What is this, a manta ray?

A giant squid?

Correction
I am a robot,

as you will plainly see if you
will remove your gas mask.

It's all your fault,
you computerized clod.

What has happened to us?
Where are we'?

Good questions,
Dr. Smith.

Referring to your
first question,

I have sufficient
data to conclude

that runaway acceleration
past the speed of light,

has carried the Jupiter 2
into hyperdrive.

Stop cackling and say
what you mean.

We are not
where we were.

I warn you, don't try my patience.
Where are we?

Both visual and electronic
data indicate

that electromagnetic
radiation

at runaway velocity has
brought us to a space warp,

to that solar system
containing the planet Earth.

Earth? Did you say Earth?
Where?

In colloquial terms,
at 12 o'clock low.

What? Where?

Professor. Major. You're
alive, thank heaven.

He says it's earth,
but I don't believe it.

Oh, don't torment me.

It's an illusion, a mirage.

A doomed man's
apparition.

No, Smith,
that's no apparition.

That's our solar system,
and that's Earth.

Earth. We are home.

This ghastly nightmare
is over.

It is over, isn't it?

Definitely and without a shadow
of a doubt, that is Earth.

Our journeys are over.

Are you sure, quite sure
that that is Earth?

Quite.

I knew it.
I knew it all along.

But I thought it
would be so much nicer

for you to find out
for yourselves.

Dr. Smith, you have
got to be kidding.

John, what's the name
of that outfit that

might like to know
we're still around?

Uh, beta, gamma,
don't tell me now.

Uh, I think that they'll
identify themselves

once you've raised them
on your, uh, Z-band.

Yeah, right. Uh, we better
suit up for re-entry too.

All right. I'll tell
Maureen and the children.

Excuse me, doctor.

Well, of course,
of course.

Major, can I be of
any assistance to you?

Just stand clear and
don't hold your breath.

This isn't going
to be easy, Doctor.

Ah, Major, I have the
utmost confidence in you.

Alpha control, this is the Jupiter 2.
Come in.

Come in, alpha control,
this is Jupiter 2

preparing for re-entry.
Come in.

No luck?
No.

We've tried every possible
radio beam frequency we have.

Also all the power
we've got.

Something strange
is going on.

Well, is it possible that they've
changed their communication system?

Could be. We've been
away for a while.

We'll be hitting re-entry
within three minutes.

I want everyone on the lower
deck and strapped in.

All right.
Come on. Let's go.

I can smell pine and fresh
water, a pond or a lake.

It smells like burning
leaves, like fall.

Do you feel cold?

Just happy-

Man-made buildings.

And look over there, I can see the
glow of lights from the city.

Soon we'll be among friends.

Oh, I'm so happy,
I could just shout.

I'd like to do what Dr. Smith is doing.
Oh. [Chuckles]

Earth, sweet Earth,
how lovely.

More delectable
than the rarest wine.

Friends, countrymen,
ladies and gentlemen,

as I look about me at all
your smiling faces...

[Will] Dr. Smith,
there's no one here but us,

so I think you'd
better save your

homecoming address for someone
who has to listen to it.

Strange. I could've sworn there
was a multitude out here.

But no matter, William.
Come along.

Let us tread
the friendly paths of Earth

and see what we can see.

All right. But I think you two better
stay within range of the ship.

Both of you.

Well, we don't have
any transportation, Mom.

And you know how Dr.
Smith is about walking.

Fiddle-dee-fie, William.
Come along.

Well, shall we go
see for ourselves?

I can see a sort of gate
over there and a shack.

Maybe there's someone there.

All right. Let's go
see what we can see.

A parking area
by the look of it.

Yeah.

Did you check
our Earth calendar?

As best I could.

Give or take
a week or two,

it's the month of October,
the Earth year 1999.

This could be a weekend.
Let's go.

Well, that's odd.

It doesn't look as though there's
been anybody here for some time.

Yet, look,
there isn't much dust.

Try calling
the communications center.

What, on this?

I don't know. I've seen pictures
of people using them, but,

I don't know
if this'll work.

[High-pitched Tone]

Hello. Hello, this is Maureen
Robinson from the Jupiter 2.

Do you read me?

Sounds like one
of our alarm bells.

I think we'd better
get back to the ship

and report
to your father.

Hello!

Anyone here?

Guess you were right.
Must be a weekend.

Don, did you ever
see one of those?

Last time I saw a car like
this, it was in a museum.

What's it doing here?
Beats me.

Don, look at this.

Well, I was right.
Michigan.

[John] No, the year.

Forty-seven?

1947.

[ Static ]

What do you make of that?

[Man On Radio]
This is emergency station MTG.

All listeners are urged to
stay tuned to this station

for full,
minute-by-minute reports on

the grave situation which now

faces this area.

At 2:35 this morning, an
unidentifiable flying object

was seen in the skies
above Lake Superior.

At the same time,
all power and communication

within a 200-mile radius

of station MTG failed.

Witnesses now report
that the craft,

which appears
to navigate without

propellers or steering gear,

has landed in
the parking area

of a sawmill
in Manatou Junction.

All citizens capable
of bearing arms

are urged to report at once

to the home of Joseph Cragmire

on Willow Lane,
Manatou Junction.

It is believed
that the occupants

of the unidentified object

are dangerous emissaries
of a world not our own.

No.

You are listening to
emergency station MTG.

The time is now 3:15 am,

Saturday, October 17, 1947.

Please stand by.

Did you hear that?
[Scoffs]

"Dangerous emissaries
of a world not their own."

Yeah, I also
heard the date.

The year, 1947.

Same as on that
license plate.

This car is new to them,

and we're 50 years
out of our time.

I don't know exactly
what that means to us.

I know what it means to them.

They think we're aliens.

Us? Aliens?

Yes, let's get back
to the ship.

Hold it, Charlie,
if you shoot at them two,

you're gonna have
a whole slew of them

piling out of
that there blimp.

How many you reckon
there are, Grover?

Could be a whole
army of them.

What they're made of they
don't take up no room.

A Tales of Tomorrow
story I was reading

said they ain't nothing
but electric shadows,

and that there vehicle
ain't much more.

You put your hand on it, all you'd
get would be a high-voltage shook.

That's what blew
out all our power,

when they're
coming down here.

In the story,
they called them Voltones.

That's what they are,
I reckon.

Voltones, eh?
Yeah.

Maybe we could
blow out their fuses

if we put
the fire hose on them.

Here comes
a couple more of them!

That's a pile of sawn lumber, Dr.
Smith.

Yes, obviously
for the construction

of the reviewing stand,
William.

They always have reviewing stands
for returning heroes, you know.

Yes, indeed.

I shall be here with the usual
dignitaries on either side of me

as the color guard
goes marching by,

followed by
crack regiments,

while overhead, squadrons
of planes come...

Hands up, you.
[Gasps] I'm innocent.

Now, look here.

Look here,
my good man.

Get your hands up, and
that goes for you too.

You don't understand, sir.
We're not trespassing.

Get them up.

Are you asking
to be shot?

You realize, of course, that you
will be severely disciplined

when your superiors
are informed of

the indignities
you are inflicting upon me.

Exactly how they tried to hoodwink
folks in that there story, Charlie.

This here voltone's
a young'un, Grover.

Hey, that hurt!

Unhand him, sir.

You ain't an
electric shadow.

Of course not. I'm human.

That's our spaceship
over there.

Look, I know we've been
away for a long time,

but you must've heard
of the Jupiter 2.

Well, we've just come back.

[ Dr. Smith]
Indeed, we have.

And covered with glory,
may I add.

Gentlemen, I shall be more
than pleased to overlook your

misplaced and overzealous
sense of duty,

if you'll be good enough to direct
us to command headquarters.

Keep 'em up. You
voltones sure know how

to spin a good yarn,
but you ain't foolin' us.

No, sirree.
Not fora minute.

Now you just turn yourselves
around and start marching.

You may not
remember me,

but you must remember my
father, John Robinson.

We were on
every video screen

in the country
when we lifted off.

I know all about video
screens, young fella.

Read about 'em in
a mechanics magazine.

But they ain't due for a couple of
years yet. Leastwise, not around here.

What? There were
millions of them.

Even way back in 1950.

Oh. That's a good one, 1950
ain't for three years yet.

What?

Do you mean
to say that this is 1946?

Forty-seven's what it is.
Now, move.

Oh, good heavens, William.

Dr. Smith, we must've
passed through a time warp.

We're 50 years ahead of them.
I said move.

Wait a minute, Grover.

Look, they ain't electric
shadows like you said.

They don't talk so different from us.
Maybe we was wrong.

You think so? Please, believe us, sir.
We're from Earth.

[ Dr. Smith ] We are. we are.

All personnel report back
to the Jupiter immediately.

I repeat, all personnel
report back to the Jupiter.

High time you arrived,
you blithering bumpkin.

Inform these ignorant
busybodies who we are.

Don't come no closer
or I'll shoot.

Don't threaten him, sir.
He might blast you.

I ain't afraid
of no voltones.

I suggest we leave before those
jokers really get me riled up.

Come along, William!

[Gunfire Continues]

Inside!

Fire into the lumber pile.
That'll scare them off.

My sensors indicate that the
hostiles are in full retreat.

"Hostiles" is right.

Yes, I realize it
would be tempting to stay.

Try to make them understand
that we're not voltones

or whatever it is
they call us.

But no one,

not here nor anywhere else
in this entire country

is gonna believe
for one minute

that our presence is 50
years in their future.

Why, they'd shun us.
Or worse,

they'd put us in some institution
and have our heads examined.

No, sir.

Well, couldn't we
sort of live apart?

We've been on our own
for a good long time now.

We could make
our own lives.

Where? On top of some
isolated mountain?

Cut off from society

and with no hope of surviving
until our own time?

You're right, dear.
I suppose we have to

find our way back into the
time in which we belong.

Well, when do we go?

It'll take at least
a half a day

to fix our inertial
guidance system.

Return to that dreadful
desolation out there? Never!

Why don't you understand?

With our knowledge
of the future,

we could be the masters
of this entire planet.

What's the use of being a master, Dr.
Smith,

if everyone thinks you're
some kind of a kook?

Kook, indeed,
my dear. A king!

Forget it, Smith.

We're here by accident,
not design.

And we're not taking over
what isn't ours to take.

Now let's get busy.
It'll be light soon.

I wanna lift off at 16:00 hours.
That's 12 hours from now.

Oh, sadness, oh, sorrow.

They're throwing away half a
century of priceless wisdom.

How can they do this to me?

All right. Let's have a little
discipline around here. Come on.

[ Blows Whistle] Fall
in, right along there.

And when was
the last time

you fellas cleaned
your pieces?

We're not goin' possum
hunting on this expedition.

Hey, Joe, when are
we moving out?

It's Captain Cragmire till the enemy
is licked and taken prisoner.

Yes, sir,
Captain Cragmire.

Now, men, when I was fighting
the enemy at Chateau-Thierry,

I said to myself,
"Joe Cragmire," I said,

"Fight like you've
never fought before."

Because in his
whole life,

a man only gets one
chance to be a hero.

But we've got another
chance today, all of us.

To do our duty. To hit the
enemy where it hurts.

To protect our homes
and loved ones,

and to show them
inhuman varmints up there

that us folks in Manatou
Junction is strong as a rock,

impregnable as a fortress,
courageous as a lion.

[Loud Clattering]

Hit the dirt!

[Engine Backfiring]

[ Backfiring ]

[Grover] We seen 'em, Joe!

Them voltones.

Two of 'em come snooping
around the sawmill.

Call me captain when you
address me, Grover.

Yes, Captain.

What'd they look like?

They fixed up their
faces to look like us,

but they couldn't do nothing
about their bodies.

Their skin's all silvery, like the
underside of a speckled trout.

Then two more of them
come around.

Tell him about
the big fella, Grover.

The one with
the electric shooting iron.

He was their leader,
I reckon.

Lightning come out of his arms.
We both was hit.

You should've seen him,
Joe, I mean, Captain.

Head big as a rendering vat.

Arms big enough around
like a honey locust tree

and a body the size
of an elephant.

All silvery,
just like the others.

Charged with electricity
like a power station.

Shooting at him
didn't do no good.

We stayed out there
till it was light.

That big fella's
still out there.

We got ourselves
a dilemma, men.

We can't get
no messages out,

and like as not, they'd spot a
man if we sent him for help.

Any Suggestions?

Well, maybe we could lure
them out, one a at time,

rope 'em,
knock out their circuits

with an insulated
pipe wrench.

[Exhales ] Yeah.

[Clears Throat]

Men, as Deputy Mayor
of Manatou Junction,

and in the absence of Mayor
Ledbetter on a fishing trip,

although I'll never know
why you voted for him

instead of me, I have
just made a decision.

For the protection
of our community

and the defense
of our nation,

we have formed ourselves
into a squad of vigilantes.

Now, all those who can
throw a lasso, hands up.

All right. Now, you men
provide yourselves with ropes

and insulated pipe wrenches
and proceed to the sawmill.

Your mission,
to decoy those varmints

out of their blimp and
bring 'em back here alive.

Now, the rest of you
will patrol the town

and keep this command post
well-informed

of all enemy activities.

[Chuckles] I guess
I don't have to tell you,

I'd like to be up on the
front lines with you,

but being commanding officer, I
gotta stay here at the command post

and plan strategy,
like this roping trick.

All right. Battle stations,
men, and good luck.

[Tires Screech ]

[Honks Horn]

Halt! Who goes there?

Hush, ninny. You know
perfectly well who I am.

This area is off-limits to all Jupiter
personnel until further notice.

For your information,
I am no longer

a member of
the Jupiter menage.

My destiny is clear. It lies
yonder among the worthy citizens

of this backward
civilization,

which will, of course, develop
rapidly under my guidance.

Come along, sir. You will join me
as my electronic aide-de-camp.

Negative, Dr. Smith.
My destiny is also clear.

It lies here and yonder.

Have you no imagination,
you digitized dunce?

This world is our oyster.

I prefer cybernetics
to seafood, Dr. Smith.

Bah! Booby. Spare me your
feeble attempt at humor. Adieu-

I'm afraid the girls haven't
reconciled themselves

to having their
hopes dashed.

For that matter, I'm not
sure I have either.

I tried to explain
to them, but, uh...

I know.

It takes a while for the heart
to catch up with the head.

It's a beautiful sky,
isn't it?

So’s the land.

I saw it on
the video screen.

Cornfields.

Orchards with
ripe fruit.

Pastures.
Birds flying.

Mom, would it be all right

if we went over to the orchards
and picked some apples?

Look. It isn't far.

Well, all right.

You run ahead, but be sure to come
right back if you see anyone.

A promise.

I'd kind of liked
to have gone with them.

This area
is off-limits to...

I know. I'm looking for Dr.
Smith. Have you seen him?

I have seen
the former Dr. Smith.

The former?

He has returned
to the fifth decade

of the 20th century
to fish for oysters.

You mean he went into town?

Affirmative.

I'd better go get him back.

Come on.
You'd better come with me.

My orders are to...

Well, this order supersedes
all previous orders.

Now, let's go.

Poor devils. They've all
hidden themselves.

They're all afraid of harmless,
little Zachary Smith.

Oh, dear, I must find
a way to gain

their confidence.
What shall...

Try and get a fix on Dr.
Smith's whereabouts, Robot.

I have already
performed that operation.

My sensors now indicate
that Dr. Smith is in there.

I don't see him
in there, Robot.

Have patience,
Will Robinson.

Dr. Smith!

So, there you are,
you caterwauling coward.

I see you've changed
your mind about joining me.

I knew you would.

And you've brought a young
volunteer with you. Splendid.

A very wise decision, William.

And your parents will also
think better of leaving

once they realize how pleasant
life is gonna be for us all here.

You're all mixed up,
Dr. Smith.

We can't stay here,
this just isn't our world.

The robot and I
came to take you back.

Ridiculous.
I won't hear of it.

I came, I saw,
and I intend to conquer.

But, Dr. Smith...

[Man ] Grab 'em, boys!

Here they are, boys.
I cornered them for you.

Warning! Warning! Warn...
[ Shuts Off]

There we are.

[Will] Hey, turn me loose!
Let me go! Let me go!

Let me go!

Forgive me, William.

But I had to do this
for your own good.

You can come
a little closer.

I mean, I'm not gonna
bite you or anything.

I'm not supposed
to be here at all,

but I couldn't resist
taking a peek.

You don't look
very dangerous.

I'm not dangerous,
neither is he.

But you're voltones,

and voltones can assume
any shape they like.

They can even
speak our language.

That's what Mr. Grover
told my father.

Well, Mr. Grover's wrong.
I'm as human as you are.

Not him. He's a robot.

The only problem is we got
here 50 years too early.

Will you please
untie these ropes,

so I can explain to someone
who we really are?

Please?

I'm sorry, but I can't
believe a word you say.

Golly, you sure do act awful
human, even though you aren't.

But I am human.
lam! lam!

lam, lam!
[Straining]

What's the use?

I done me a mite
of studying up

on these here
"extraterrestrial" phenomena.

I reckon I can
handle most of them.

Uh, where did you say
you was from, Chief?

Chickasaw Falls, Captain.

Got me a good look at their
vehicle in my astral telescope.

I knew they'd be
landing here, so I figured

I'd just mosey on over
and give y'all a hand.

Yeah, well,
we sure need it.

Mind you, I ain't saying that you
folks ain't defending yourselves

as efficiently
as you know how,

but I guess a bit of my
know-how won't come amiss.

Well, you sure knew how to
stop that big one cold.

He plucked that there motor
clean out of his hide.

Yeah, clean out
of his hide.

Now, Captain, no offense,

but if I'm gonna be
of any help to you,

I'm gonna need full authority
over your vigilantes.

Full?
Full.

Well, as Captain
and Deputy Mayor,

I could appoint you
Second Lieutenant.

No.
First Lieutenant?

No, it ain't good enough. It's
gotta be major or nothing.

Well, I reckon
with your know-how,

you outrank me.
Major it is.

Stand at ease,
Cragmire.

Inform the rest of the battalion
of a change in command, gents.

Yes, sir, Major.
Yes, sir.

Well, this is only
the beginning.

What did you say?

Nothing. Nothing.

I'm gonna interrogate
the prisoners, Cragmire.

Stand at ease.

[ Forced Exhale]

Poor, dear William.

It cuts me to the quick to see
you in such a predicament.

But until you can face
things realistically,

you must be
treated as an alien.

It's you who aren't facing
things realistically, Dr. Smith.

You know very well the Jupiter
2 won't leave without us.

Precisely, dear boy.
Sooner or later

they will come around
to my way of thinking

and realize that
one world in hand

is worth two in space.

William, if you will
promise to give me your

full support
and cooperation...

Dr. Smith, please go away.

You're beginning
to bother me.

Bother indeed.
Mind your manners, William.

These apples are so good,
I could eat them all.

We'll take some seeds and try growing
them in the hydroponic garden.

[Screams]

No, get back to the ship
before they get you.

Stop!

Hey, you're a girl.

What did you think I was,
some kind of a zombie?

Well, aren't you?

Oh, you people
are so foolish.

Look, all that happened is

we landed here
out of our time zone,

and you people are treating
us like hostile aliens.

[Grunts] Please take this
rope off, it's hurting me.

You know,
you speak so natural-like.

I could almost believe you.

Apples.

Oh, now don't tell me you
voltones eat those things?

Of course we do,
and we're not voltones.

We're people,
just like the rest of you.

Well, the way Smith
felt about staying,

I'd say he went into town to
try to make contact with them.

Yes, but Will
wouldn't do that.

Well, he's missing,
so is the robot.

Morn! Dad!
They got Judy.

They threw a rope around her and...
Where?

Right outside,
under the shed.

Hmm.

Good apples,
where'd you get 'em?

Over there.

Oh, Ed Jensen's place.

It's lucky
he didn't catch you.

Is it any better
being caught by you?

Please, you know
I'm being truthful.

You've got to let me go.

I have orders to
bring you in alive,

but if you give me
any trouble, I'll...

Drop it!

Dad.
Drop it.

Oh, I tried to explain
to him who we were, Dad,

but it just
wouldn't register.

Are you her father?

Yes.

I'm also the father
of a young boy

named Will Robinson.

Do you know where he is?

No. my orders were
to come here

and try and capture you
one at a time.

Is there anyone else
in the area?

You'd better answer me.

Some. Scattered about.

Now, you listen to me.

How we got here
isn't important now.

You wouldn't
understand anyway.

But we're leaving here
at 16:00 hours,

and I want my
boy back when I go.

So I'm giving you one hour
to get him back here,

or we're coming
into town with lasers

a lot more powerful
than this one.

And there won't be much
left standing when we leave.

One hour, boy.

He tried to be nice.

Yeah.

Well, I never did trust
those old-fashioned boys.

I still don't understand why you
decided I wasn't dangerous.

I didn't. The Major said it was
all right for me to feed you.

Major?
The fire chief.

He's the one in charge
of all the vigilantes now.

[Sighs] Figures. Look, he's
really not a fire chief.

His name is Dr. Smith, and he
belongs with us on the Jupiter 2.

Now he's just got some silly idea
that he'd be happier living here

than with us
where he belongs.

You mean,
he's a voltone too?

Of course not.

There's no such thing as a voltone.
Don't you understand?

You don't understand,
do you?

Look. You see this?

I chipped it off
an outcrop on the planet

we were living on
before we came here.

Take it.
It's not gonna hurt you.

It's just a jewel
from another planet.

Now, two years ago when we
lifted off for Alpha Centauri...

That's a star.

Two years ago?

Oh. Well, to you that would be
about 50 years in the future.

What's the matter?

I don't know.

It's just that, well,
if I do believe you,

and you really are telling the
truth, we can never meet.

At least, not for real.

Oh, that's all right.
You can keep that.

That'll prove
we met for real.

I hate to have to do this,

but I have to
tie you up again.

That's all right. You're
just obeying orders.

Ah, yes, Cragmire.

Manatou Junction will be the
cybernetic center of the world.

People will come
from far and near

to worship at
the cybernetic shrine

which we shall build here.

Do you figure them voltones will do
all this even when we capture 'em?

They will have no choice
if they wish to survive.

Well, have you worked out
a plan how to capture them?

I see no reason to believe

that capture
will be necessary.

Uh, something's happened
to your voice.

You don't sound
the same no more.

Not to worry, Cragmire.

Just trying
Manatou Junction's future

on for size,
as you might say.

Joe,Joe,Joe. You got one
of their young'uns here?

We got two of 'em under arrest
if that's what you mean.

Well, if they don't get their
young'un back right away,

they're gonna come here
and blast Manatou Junction

right off the face of the map.
That's what they told me.

Captain, round up your men.
We march at once.

Our mission is
target Jupiter.

Yes, sir.

Alas, poor Robinsons.

There are none so blind
as those that will not see.

But what must be
must surely be.

Chickasaw Falls indeed.
[Scoffs]

How much longer?

Two minutes.

Well, if they were coming,
they'd be here by now.

[Men: Patriotic
Marching Song]

And the caissons
go rolling along

In and out hear them shout

Countermarch and right about

As the caissons
go rolling along

For it's hi, hi, hee,
in the field artillery

Shout out your
numbers loud and strong

Halt!

[Singing Stops]

Now hear this, all Jupiter 2 personnel.
This is an ultimatum.

You have five minutes to lay
down your weapons and surrender.

If your vehicle
is not evacuated

and the order obeyed
within the stipulated time,

the Jupiter
will be destroyed.

He's gone berserk.

You're wasting precious
time, Jupiter personnel.

My ultimatum was issued
in your own best interests.

That crazy chump,
he really believes that.

Yes, I think he does.

Inside. Come on.

They're going back
in the blimp.

There ain't no point blowing
it up with them inside.

Never fear,
Smith is...

I mean,
the chief is here.

What about those
guns of theirs?

They wouldn't dream
of using them.

Say, how come you know
so much about 'em, Chief?

You've seen one,
you've seen them all.

[John On P.A.] All you people out there.
Listen to me.

Now, whatever
you may believe,

or whatever you may
have been told about us,

none of it's true.

We are citizens of the United
States just as you are.

Now, if you find that hard to
understand, let me explain.

It wasn't until
the year 1970

that the United States first
landed a man on the moon.

Now, that's 25 years
from now in your time.

But 25 years ago
in our time.

I don't get it, Chief,
do you?

He's trying to confuse us.

Pay no attention to him.

I'm warning you, Professor,
your time is running out.

[ Exhales]

I think we should
get off the ship.

In his present frame of mind, there's
no telling what Smith might do.

No. Stay here. I'll go
out and talk to them.

Well, the time's about up. You
gonna blow 'em up like you said?

That won't be necessary.
Here comes one of them.

Smith!

Whatever you've conned these
people into believing about us,

the fact remains that at 16:00
hours, we're lifting off.

And I want Will
aboard when we do.

Hey, Chief, how come
he knows your name?

All these aliens have extrasensory
perception, Cragmire.

My dear chap, as you can plainly
see, I hold the upper hand.

For your sake and for the
sake of your loved ones,

I urge you for the last
time to take my advice

and order them
to evacuate the ship.

I want my son returned.

Please, stay.

Half a century can't make
all that difference to you.

It makes all the difference
in the world.

And if you're serious about
destroying the Jupiter 2,

then you'll have to
destroy us along with it.

Arrest him!

We can afford
to wait now.

The others will come out directly
now that we've captured the leader.

This hurts me much more
than it does you.

But you'll feel so much
better when you've

reconciled yourself
to the inevitable.

Are you feeling okay,
Robot?

I feel fine,
Will Robinson.

Good. Untie me
so we can get out of here.

Affirmative.

Ah.

There.

Okay, let's go.

Hey.

Don't worry about the robot.
He won't hurt you.

He won't hurt anyone
who's friendly.

I think you both
better stay in the barn.

Well, I'd like to
oblige you, Stacy,

but we're headed
for the Jupiter,

and I don't think
you can stop us.

Where is everybody?

They're over there.

They took the cannon
from the town square.

What would they want
with a cannon?

The chief said his mission
was target Jupiter.

Target Jupiter? They're gonna blow it up.
Come on, robot. Let's go.

Wait, you can't go
through town that way.

The vigilantes are still
patrolling the streets.

Is there another way?

I think so. Wait here.

Come out. We're not
gonna wait much longer.

Well, they ain't paying you no mind, Chief.
What are you gonna do?

The men are getting hungry
for their supper.

Is that all
they can think of

at a time like this,
Cragmire? Food?

I warn you. Don't try
my patience too far.

Oh, please be sensible.

Is it sensible to try to live in a
country where you're not known?

Where there's no record
of your birth?

Where the very houses we lived
in haven't been built yet?

Get with it.
Use your head, Smith.

You don't belong in this
age any more than we do.

But it's Earth,
sweet Earth,

and I do want
to live here.

All right. Suit yourself. But you
mustn't prevent us from leaving.

Or are you afraid
to be left here alone?

That's it, isn't it?
You are afraid.

I'm not. I'm not afraid.

Oh, please, please, order
them to evacuate the Jupiter.

No, Smith.
That's your job.

Very well. So be it.

You have one minute,
You hear? One minute.

You have one minute
to lay down your guns

and evacuate the ship.

I don't think he's responsible
for his actions anymore.

I think we better
do as he said.

Yeah.

It's okay now.

Halt!

Where do you kids
think you're going?

Your father
gave strict orders.

All women and children
got to stay indoors

till the emergency's over,
Stacy.

This is an emergency too.

Mr. Grover, we have to plant the
scarecrow in Daddy's cornfield

or there won't be
any corn come harvest time.

Well, hurry it up then.

Watch out
for them voltones.

You know, that boy's face looks familiar.
Do you know who he is?

All boys
look alike to me.

Mischief-makers,
the lot of 'em.

Here they come.

Deposit your guns
over there.

Well, Dr. Smith, we've
clone as you asked.

Now, do you intend
to destroy

the only means we have of
getting back where we belong?

Much as I regret it, madam, that
is precisely what I intend to do.

But believe me, dear lady,
you will not be sorry

once you've established yourself
in this pleasant little community.

Are we ready?

It's my cannon.

You gotta let me give
the order to fire it.

A child and his plaything.
Proceed, Cragmire.

All right, men. Let's get it
aimed right on the target.

That's good. Now, load it up.
Come on. Hurry up.

All right, now.
This is it.

Don't! Don't shoot!

Stacy, what are you
doing here?

You get on home right
away, do you hear?

You can't blow up
their ship, Daddy.

It's all they've got to get
back where they belong.

Nonsense.
They belong here with me.

Do you really wanna
belong here, Dr. Smith?

Indeed I do. It's a far sight
better than anything out there.

Out where, chief?

Stand by your gun, Cragmire.
I'll handle the voltones.

Sometimes I feel
like that too,

but I don't think
it will really work.

It will work.

All right, Dr. Smith.

If you're that sure about it,

I'll take the chance
and stay here with you,

provided you let
everyone go

and don't blow up
the Jupiter.

Oh, Will. You don't know
what you're saying, son.

I think I do, Dad.

It'll mean for
the next 50 years,

I'll be living here like the
people are living here now.

And even though I'd be kind of
old the next time I see you all,

I won't forget you.

I'll be thinking
about you and Mom

and Judy and Penny
and Don every minute.

Is it a deal, Dr. Smith?

Dear William,
of course it's a deal.

With my extraordinary
technical knowledge,

and with a small
assist from you,

we shall initiate
these yokels

into the mysteries
of the space

explorations
before they even happen.

We shall be
the Einsteins of tomorrow.

The mission is scrubbed,
Cragmire.

You may take your
gun and go home.

Oh, now lookit, Chief. You mean
you're gonna let these voltones go

after what you said they could
do for Manatou Junction?

We don't need 'em.

Yes, we do.

All right, men.
This is it.

Now, watch the recoil.
Fire.

[Soft Popping]

Get back to the ship.

Don't shoot. Don't shoot.

I won't unless you try
to prevent us from leaving.

You think
we're voltones, aliens.

Well, if that's what you
believe, that's what we are.

I won't try to
change your minds.

Let's just say
that we came here

and when we found out
we didn't belong,

we left.

If that's the way
they feel about it, Chief,

we better let 'em
all go, huh?

But don't you worry,
I'll give you a ride

back to your firehouse
in Chickasaw Falls.

Chickasaw Falls indeed!
Wait for me!

Hey, are you daffy?
Come back! Come back!

Those voltones ain't gonna drop
him off in Chickasaw Falls.

[Engines Roaring]

[Phone Ringing]

Yeah? Yes, sir, Colonel.
Right here in Manatou Falls.

It had a crew aboard. Came right
down into our parking lot.

When it left, it took
one of our own people along.

Yeah, the fire chief
over at Chickasaw Falls.

Well, I can't say exactly
what it looked like.

Kind of a, well, kind of
like a plate, or a saucer.

Yeah. That's what you'd
call it, a flying saucer.

Yeah. Yes, sir.

Couldn't be anything
to what they said

about being
human beings like us.

Could it, Craig?

I don't know, Stacy.
I just don't know.

But whichever,

I don't guess we'll ever hear
of no flying saucers anymore.

[ Narrator] Stay tuned
for some exciting scenes

from our next week's episode.

Next week,
an evil space ruler

seeks the services
of a doctor.

Danger! We are on
a collision course.

Well, don't just stand there!
Do something.

Reverse thrust,
full power!

[Don] It's no use.

The magnetic beam's
just too strong.

John, look out!

If our leader dies,

your time will also be ended.

Your leader?

Our leader is the patient
you will perform

brain surgery on.

[Gasps]
Do not call out.

Will you come peacefully with
us or do we have to destroy

everyone aboard this ship?

Dad!

Is that really you,
Dr. Smith?

Yes, what's left of me.

Please help me.

[ Narrator] Next week,
Kidnapped in Space

on Lost in Space.