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(HORN BLOWING)

MAN: (OVER PA)
Prison Quadrant Number 5,

all inmates prepare
for inspection.

Prison Quadrant Number 5, all
inmates prepare for inspection.

Prison Quadrant Number 5, all
inmates prepare for inspection.

(HORN BLOWING)

(ENGINE REVVING)

(WEAPON WHIRRING)

Come on, Smith.
You're supposed to be helping.

My presence here
is help enough.

You know that my
delicate back does not

permit me to
indulge in manual labor.

Well, you'd better
indulge right now.

Come on!

But I'm just at
the funny part.

Hurry up!

Oh, very well.

Well, what is it?

Tap the pin while I
hold this in place.

With what?
The hammer.

Where is it?
There!

Here?
There!

Smith, I oughta...
It's not my fault.

I told you I was not well enough
to do all this heavy work. (GASPS)

Major, you wouldn't
strike an invalid!

Get out of here, Smith.
Just get out of my sight!

Splendid idea.

I'll go.

(SCREECHES)

Major! Come quickly!

He's dead! I know he's dead!

Stop your wailing.

He's not dead. He's... He's probably
had some kind of an accident.

From the look of him, he's
had more than one accident.

You stay here. I'll get the
first aid kit from the Chariot.

I'll be back in a few minutes!

Hurry! I don't
relish the prospect

of staying here alone with this
terrible creature, dead or alive!

(SCREECHES)
One sound, and you're dead.

I... l wouldn’t dream
of making a sound.

I'm a friend,
trying to help you.

A friend, do you understand?
A good friend.

How did you get here?

I don't know.

Last thing I remembered, I
was running low on fuel,

and then I stalled out,

and I crashed.

You alone here in
this freezing place?

There's just me
and Major West.

He's gone to fetch you a
first aid kit to help you.

You see, we are friends.

You really wanna be my friend,

you wouldn't let me
stand here freezing to death!

Here. Let's trade.

Oh, it's a lovely shirt,
I'm sure,

but I don't look
well in stripes.

I said trade!
Now, give me your jacket,

or I'll tear it off
and your arms with it!

Here. Take it. Take it. It's yours.
Accept it as my gift.

Not even a "thank you" indeed.
Whatever has happened to good manners?

This tacky material
probably provides

no warmth of any kind,
but it's cold!

I'd better put it on. And I'm
sure it's an abominable fit.

Ugh! I do hope I don't run in
to anybody that knows me.

(ENGINE REVVING)

(VEHICLE APPROACHING)

(TIRES SCREECHING)

That could be the one.

Good afternoon, gentlemen.

You arrived just
in the nick of time.

Don't move.

What is the meaning of this, sir?
You don't want me.

You want that terrible
fellow who just left,

with my nice,
warm jacket, I might add.

He went that way.

But I don't understand.

You should know by now
there's no escape

from prison planet Destructon.

Destructon?

The warden'll be
pleased with us

capturing an escaped convict.

No, no. You're making a terrible mistake.
I'm innocent.

I never broke the law in my life.
Oh, please don't harm me!

What are you doing?

Okay, okay.
You'd better let him go.

Major, tell them who I am.

Tell them I'm not
an escaped prisoner.

You look very natural, Smith.

Don't let them take me away!

It's a great temptation, but
I guess I'm stuck with you.

You'd better let him go.

Interfere and
you'll be destroyed.

(VEHICLE SCREECHING,
HORN BLOWING)

Stop! This isn't
the escaped prisoner.

Oh, thank heaven.

But Warden...

Thank you, Warden.
You came just in time.

Yes. It appears so.

Where is the prisoner
that you helped to escape?

We didn't help
any prisoner escape.

Of course we didn't.

Then how is it your friend is wearing
the jacket of the prison planet?

He means the prison planet
Destructon.

Oh, I see that you're familiar
with my little establishment.

Yes. I mean, no.

Then you're aware that in
helping a prisoner to escape,

that you have just
violated section 42-B

of the Intergalactic
Penal Code?

Look, we had no idea
he was an escaped prisoner.

Ignorance of the law
is no excuse.

Somebody must've
helped him to escape.

I assure you, my dear sir,
it was not I.

He did it! I saw him!

Smith.

Then you were here? You were an
eyewitness to the whole thing?

Oh, yes. An eyewitness
to the whole thing.

And you did nothing about it?

You see, I was so appalled
at what was happening,

I didn't quite know
what to do.

But did you try
to forcibly stop him?

Oh, yes. Yes, I did.
They threatened me.

Why, you...
(WARDEN YELLS)

You're aware, of course,
that article 863-D

of the Intergalactic Penal Code
provides that it is a felony

not to try to
forcibly stop a person

or persons engaged
in aiding a prisoner!

But Your Honor, I mean, Mr. Warden,
I did my best, truly I did.

You'll both be remanded

to the Intergalactic Court for the
Control of Criminal Procedure

and tried for your crimes.

We haven't
committed any crimes.

Don't try anything foolish. It
won't do you any good anyway.

This is all your fault, Major.
I should have

had better sense than
to try to protect you!

March!

Warden, it's your
responsibility to protect me!

I said march!

Don! Dr. Smith!

What happened?

They're under arrest.
That's what happened.

Under arrest?

Yes, William.

You must find your
father immediately,

and tell him he must vouch for
me as a character witness.

I can't do that, Dr. Smith.

Dad and the others
are away at the radar station.

Character references
are of no interest to me.

These men are charged
with a very serious crime.

(SCOFFS) Imagine trying to
help a prisoner to escape.

No one escapes my prison!

But I'm innocent, I tell you!

Look. Five hundred years
of penal perfection.

861 cases of attempted escape, and
in the end, no one was successful.

(CHUCKLES) They don't call me the
"warden's warden“ for nothing.

But you just can't assume they're
guilty, even without a trial.

That's uncivilized!

Oh, we're not uncivilized.
They'll have a trial.

Unshackle the prisoners.

An instant trial is
all we'll have time for,

but it will be fair
under the circumstances.

WILL: Instant trial?

(HIGH-PITCHED TONE)

Hear ye! Hear ye! The First
Circuit Computer Control Court

is now in session.

Judge 781, revised mode! 94-E

presiding.

Good afternoon, Your Honor.

The prosecution awaits
the pleasure of the court.

You know, I'll bet the Robot knows
all about those kinds of computers.

We'll have you out of here
in nothing flat.

William,
don't forget about me.

I won't forget about you.
You can count on that, Smith.

Don't worry, Dr. Smith.
We'll get you out of here too.

Thank you, my dear boy. I knew you
wouldn't forget a friend in need.

Hey, Robot, come here.

Are you familiar
with the statutes

in the Intergalactic
Penal Code?

I have a complete knowledge of all
the statutes in the penal code.

Intergalactic
law was programmed

into me during my
first term at I.R.T.

Robot, didn't you tell me
that you majored in premed?

I did.

But I also majored in law.
I am a robot of many tapes.

You bumptious braggart! Don’t
just stand there. Do something.

None of your tapes
will do your friends any good.

(CHUCKLES)

When I get my hands on
prisoners, they stay that way.

They are not prisoners yet.
There is the trial first.

A mere formality.

After a brief
recess for lunch.

Robot, what have you heard
about that kind of judge?

It appears to be an alien 781,

revised model 94-E.

They are said
to be extremely tough judges,

sticklers for upholding the
exact letter of the law.

Oh, sadness, oh, sorrow. To be
tried by a hanging computer.

Isn't there
anything we can do to help?

Perhaps.

If the escaped convict were to be
found and returned to custody,

the judge might
take a kinder view

toward the charges against
Dr. Smith and the major.

Oh, please find him,
my dear friend.

You cannot allow
them to incarcerate me.

Do you think you can do it?

I have not used my trail and
detect tapes for some time.

Their servile mechanisms are
quite rusty, but I will try.

Good. And hurry. Quick, Dr. Smith.
Give me that jacket.

Yes. Yes, here it is.
Here it is.

Here.

(MECHANICAL WHIRRING)

My electronic scent analyzers
have locked in on the alien.

I will now shift into
automatic track and secure.

It is an unusually
fine system,

and one we can
all be proud of.

JUDGE: Is the
prosecution ready?

Ready, Your Honor.

Is the defense ready?

I guess so, Your Honor.

Proceed with the prosecution. Your
computer punch card is now ready.

(BELL DINGS)

(COMPUTER WHIRRING)

JUDGE". The jury has
digested the prosecution.

Proceed with the defense.

They're as good
as convicted already.

JUDGE: ls the defense ready?

(BELL DINGS)

(BELL DINGS)

(COMPUTER WHIRRING)

Your Honor, the defense rests.

The prisoners
will face the bench.

After a fair and impartial digital
survey of all the evidence,

the members of the jury
have reached a verdict

and found you both
guilty as charged.

Major, I'm going to faint.

Your Honor, there's been a serious
miscarriage of justice here!

Order! Order in the court!

And now I will pass the
sentence of this court.

ROBOT: Wait!

Your Honor, I have new evidence
to present to the court.

The escaped convict, who will
tell exactly what happened.

Very well. The court
will hear this new evidence.

Please, my dear sir.
Tell them what happened.

My lips are sealed. It's against the
code of the underworld to sing.

Nobody's asking you to sing!

Just tell them Zachary Smith is
as innocent as a newborn babe.

I'm not a squealer.

DR. SMITH: But you
must squeal!

I beg of you,
tell them the truth!

That's the way it is, partner. They
caught us all fair and square.

The game's up with us,
Smitty. Take it like a man.

Sentence will now be passed.

You will both be taken
to prison planet Destructon,

where you'll spend the rest of
your life spans at hard labor.

(GAVEL BANGS)

Warden, take the
prisoners in charge.

Take him to the chain forge.

Yes, Warden.

Major, don't leave me.

If I had a choice in
the matter, I still would.

Now then. Who is next?

I'm afraid it's my turn, sir.

Yes, sirree. (CHUCKLES)

Just as I thought.
A classic criminal profile.

But that's not my best side.

Mr. Warden, I must tell you. I may
have told some small falsehoods

on special occasions and only when
absolutely necessary, of course,

but basically, I'm a very
good person, don't you think?

I have been warden of this
prison planet for 500 years,

and you're telling me I can't spot
a criminal type when I see one?

No. No, of course not.

You are a criminal type.

If I say so,
you are definitely one.

If you want to get along,
rule number one

is don't
contradict the warden!

But I wasn't contradicting.
I was merely saying...

You were saying
I was mistaken,

and prisoners who say that end
up in solitary confinement,

do you understand?

Yes.

Now, as I was saying...

You were saying,

that I'm definitely
a classic criminal type.

And don't think
that you're tough either.

I have ways of dealing with
prisoners who think they are tough.

In fact, it's one
of my many small pleasures.

It is?

Oh, yes.

It wasn't easy for Destructon
to get the reputation

of being the toughest prison
planet in the entire galaxy.

We worked very hard to get it.

We're working
just as hard to keep it.

So you cause me any trouble at
all, I'll make it so hard for you,

you'll be begging the guards
to turn their ray guns on you!

Oh, that won't be necessary, my dear sir.
I'm... I'm not tough.

I'm very gentle.
I'm very kind.

You see, I've never been
in a place like this before,

and I'm frightened.

You'll get used to it.

I will?

Oh, yes. As a matter
of fact, you'll have

a whole lifetime
to get used to it.

Oh, please believe me! Zachary
Smith is innocent! Ask anybody!

There is no
more Zachary Smith.

You're only
a prison number now.

756498273.

(YELPS)

Oh, this is the
final ignominy.

I'm no longer me.
I'm a prison number.

Oh, thank heavens my friends
and family will never know.

You're assigned to work
and live in Quadrant 6.

One of the nicer quadrants,
I trust, as befits my station.

As a matter of fact, it is the worst
quadrant in the entire galaxy.

The temperature is
over 150 degrees,

and the work in that quadrant is
the hardest we have to offer.

My dear sir, I'm frightfully sorry
about disagreeing with you.

Please don't go
out of your way

to make things
difficult for me.

No, I won't.

You must remember
that this is a prison planet.

You weren't sent here
for a vacation! Take him away.

(GASPS)
No. Just a moment.

Mr. Warden, I would like
to discuss with you

the possibility
of making me a prison trustee.

No.

Take him away
to the chain forge!

I'll join you all
later in the viewing tube.

No!

(HORN BLOWING)

MAN: (OVER PA) Quadrant 6,
prepare for new arrivals.

(CLAN KING)

Quadrant 6, Quadrant 6,
prepare for new arrivals.

Quadrant 6, Quadrant 6,
prepare for new arrivals.

(HORN BLOWS)

It doesn't look too
pleasant out there,

but at least it's not as hot
as you said it would be.

This viewing tube is kept at
the same pleasant atmosphere

as the administration
buildings

on the other
side of the planet.

Outside is just as hot
as I promised you.

(BOTH GASPING)

It's unbearably hot.
How do you expect us

to survive in this
kind of temperature?

I'm too young to die.

The computer court
sentenced you two here

for the rest of your lives.

It didn't say how long
that would take.

I brought you some company.
Prisoner 756498002,

meet prisoners 756498273
and 756498274.

Pleased to meet you, 273, 274.

Chain them up!

Just a moment. You can't just
leave us here like this.

(WHIP CRACKS)

(WHIP CRACKS)

(HORN BLOWS)

(SOBS)

As if it weren't bad enough to be
imprisoned in this horrible place,

we have to live
chained to this monster.

Oh, you don't wanna live
chained to me, huh?

Well, that can be
easily arranged.

Oh, it's so hot.

I feel a splitting headache
coming on.

Oh, no, you don't!
(DR. SMITH YELPS)

Stop it. Can't you understand
we're all in this together?

Oh, that's hot!

(CHUCKLES)

You got a pretty low threshold
of pain tolerance, 274.

Everything here is hot!

That's why they've sentenced
us here to this living death.

That's all the more reason we've
got to help each other out,

stick that much closer
together, just to stay alive.

Oh, it's so hot. Everything is so hot.
We're doomed here.

How do they expect us
to work in this heat?

It's still early
in the morning.

(CHUCKLES)

Wait until noon,
when it really gets hot.

Hotter than this?

That's impossible.

Twice as hot.

And with that burning wind
blowing into your face.

And no shade,
no place to hide from it.

I want to go home.

As bad as it is,
this is home, Smith.

That is, until Will
can contact the others

and they can figure a way
to get us out of here.

If you're thinking
of parole, forget it.

There are no
paroles on Destructon.

How can you exist
without hope?

Who said anything
about not having any hope?

There's always hope for prisoners
brave enough to try to escape.

Escape?
What an interesting idea.

You have a plan, of course?

I always have a plan.

I should like to hear it.

Nothing doing.
We're staying put,

making the best of it till
we get out of here legally.

I told you to forget about
paroles, forget about mercy.

You're condemned
here for life.

Just...

Just how long
have you been here?

282 years.
Or is it 283 years?

I forget sometimes.

282 years?

I'll be an old man
by then. Major,

you must get us
out of this inferno!

There's only one way.
We have to escape.

I'll lead you. I've escaped
hundreds of times already.

And you've been brought back hundreds
of times already, in chains.

But not this time,

because this time
I have a fantastic plan!

I've got friends
on the outside who'll help me.

All we have to do is get to
them, and they'll help us.

Don't listen to him, Smith.

(HORN BLOWING)

What was that?

(HORN CONTINUES BLOWING)

Only the guard
making his rounds.

(HORN BLOWS)

(HORN BLOWS)

MAN: (OVER PA)
Prisoners in Quadrant 6,

your work quota is not registering
on the master computer.

Remember,
no work, no ice.

No work, no ice.

We work our fingers
to the bone all day,

they send us a block of ice so
at least we can sleep at night.

Work hard all day for an oversized
ice cube? I won't do it.

Well, you'd better. Tonight,
when it's still blazing hot,

you'll wish you had that nice,
cool ice to huddle around.

Well, back-to-work time.

"Pal Zachary.
Many happy returns."

This is fun.

♪ Patty cake, patty cake
baker's man

♪ bake me a cake
as fast as you can

♪ Roll it and pat it
and mark it with "S"

♪ Put it in the oven
for Dr. Smith and Major West ♪

(LAUGHING)

Are you serious?

Robot, how can you carry on
as if nothing has happened,

when Don and Dr. Smith
are gonna spend

the rest of
their lives in prison?

That is not
necessarily a true statement.

What have you got here?

I have been practicing
some of the culinary arts

that were
programmed into me.

lt is called a three-layer
chocolate maple surprise.

I was going to make
an angel food cake,

but I did not think it
appropriate for Dr. Smith.

Your computers
must be out of whack.

How can you bake a cake
at a time like this?

These things do
not concern you.

Now, I must find an
appropriate box to put it in,

so that it can be delivered
to Dr. Smith and Major West.

Wait a minute. I get you.

You've baked a hacksaw or a
file in there, haven't you?

That is an
incorrect assumption.

Well,
it's a nice cake, anyway.

I guess it'll be a big comfort
to Don and Dr. Smith

to know we're
thinking about them.

Whoo, that candle
burns funny.

Hurry!
We must get out of here!

What? What happened? What?

Don't ask questions!
Just get out of here!

What do you mean?

Boy, you weren't
kidding when you said

it was
a chocolate maple surprise.

I took the liberty of baking some
plastic explosives inside the cake.

I thought it would be of more help
to them than a file or hacksaw.

Much lighter too. It took
less yeast to make it rise.

Robot, I'm ashamed of you.

I thought you were programmed
for law and order.

I am, but I'm also programmed
for justice and fair play.

Dr. Smith and the major
have been falsely imprisoned.

It is only right that I
do what I can for them

until they can
get a fair trial.

You're right,
and I'll help you.

No, Will Robinson.

It is much too dangerous.
I will take the risk myself.

Robot, I only want to help.

We shall see, but first,
I must bake another cake.

Perhaps an angel
food cake this time.

After all,
it is the thought that counts.

Now, where is my recipe?

Oh, it's so cool,
so nice and cool.

We're lucky we got
this ice tonight.

We almost didn't
make our work quota.

The work is too hard for me,
and everything's so hot.

I'll never make it
283 years like you have.

You don't look
like you regenerate too well.

Regenerate?

Well, I'm a Kaloron
from the planet Zandor.

We Kalorons regenerate
every time we get killed.

Oh, dear. How many
times have you been...

Killed?

Eh, 11, maybe 12 times since I got here.
I lose track.

You know, you're gonna be in big
trouble here if you don't regenerate.

Unless you smarten up

and come up
in my escape plan, huh?

And I told you nothing doing.

We're not gonna get in any more
trouble by trying to escape.

Couple more days of
this heat,

and you'll be begging
me to take you with me.

All right. Knock it off.
Let's get some sleep.

And think cool. We've got a
tough day ahead of us tomorrow.

I must think cool.

You'll be beggin' me
to take you with me.

Just wait. You'll see.

You think it's hot now?
Just wait till summer comes.

(WHIP CRACKS)

Come in.

You wanted to see me, sir?

Yes. I've been
going over your reports.

On the first set of rounds,
Guard Number 10 reported

that he saw the prisoners in
Quadrant 6 just sitting and talking.

Yes, sir. That's right.

But Creech seemed to be
doing most of the talking.

The two new prisoners
more or less just listened.

I knew it!

They can't fool the greatest
warden in the galaxy.

The time of imprisonment,
when multiplied

by the ratio of
discontentment,

accelerates rapidly when divided
by the degrees of heat.

They are already
planning their escape.

But how can you be sure?

Are you questioning me, the
greatest warden in the universe?

Oh, no, sir.
Of course not.

Remember when those prisoners
tried that mass escape

in Quadrant 10, 83 years ago?

Who anticipated their
plans and was there,

ready and waiting for them
with armed guards?

You were, Warden.
Right!

And when I say now
that the prisoners

in Quadrant 6 are
planning an escape,

who is right?

You are, Warden.

Right!

You know, I'm really correct in
thinking I'm a truly marvelous warden.

To think my mother
wanted me to be a dentist.

Yes,
they're planning an escape.

But it'll be just
too bad for them,

because we'll be there ready
and waiting for them, right?

Right!
Wrong!

You will be
there waiting for them.

I'll be taking a dip
in my swimming pool.

You know,
I've been thinking perhaps

an invisible
molecular vaporizing field

should be set up
around Devil's Quadrant.

And in case they try
to pass through it, zap!

Three little piles of ashes.

And the warden's warden
has done it again.

It has always been
my experience that

a man of gracious
habits and self-esteem

will always find a way to
maintain his personal appearance.

I said to shut up.

There. Finished.
And I'm sure I look lovely.

Last chance, Major. You may have
the razor if you'd like it.

Ha! That's not a razor. It's
old Mordikon's pigsticker.

(LAUGHING)

He slit three guards' throats with
it before they vaporized him.

(GRUNTS IN DISGUST)

(HORN BLOWING)

Back-to-work time.

Well,
your turn now, old buddy.

But you're doing
so nicely, old buddy,

smashing those big rocks
with such strong, manly blows.

I was very impressed. Please continue.
You're doing splendidly.

You take your choice. You'd better
start smashin' the rocks with this,

or I'll start smashin' your head, huh?
(GASPS)

No consideration
for my weakened state.

How some ever,
I shall do my share.

I will not have it said that I was
shirking my responsibilities.

(GASPS)

All right, Smith.

It's all yours.

Thank you, I am sure.

Hit it harder.

I can't. It burns my hands.

Listen. You'd better
start breaking those rocks,

because if you don't,

we won't make our work quota!

And if that happens,
we won't get our sleeping ice.

And if that happens,
I'd hate to be you,

because that would
make me very unhappy

with you, old buddy!

That's better.

(HORN BLOWS)

Looks like some people
have come to see you.

Major, they brought our
pardon, I'm sure of it.

That's why they've come.
Don't you think?

I sure do hope so,
Smith. Come on.

CREECH: Take it easy. Take it easy.
It's too hot to move fast.

ROBOT". Greetings, Dr. Smith.
Greetings, Major West.

Thank heavens you arrived. I knew
you'd arrange a pardon for us.

Dr. Smith, we're trying
just as hard as we can.

We did bring you
this birthday cake.

I'm burning up alive,
and you bring me

a cake,
you potbellied prankster?

It's not my birthday!

You could pretend.

Oh, no. I can't believe it.
We shall have

to remain here in
this furnace forever.

It doesn't feel so hot in here.
In fact, it's kind of chilly.

Yes. I know. It's
deliciously cold in there,

but it's
frightfully hot out here!

ROBOT: All right.
If you insist.

But I'm sure all
my joints will get stiff.

I hope so.

Stop shivering, ninny.
That's the least

you can do.
And may I remind you,

that if it weren't for
your legal pretensions,

I wouldn't be in
this predicament.

Don't blame the Robot,
Dr. Smith. He tried his best.

We all tried.
And we'll never stop trying.

Even if it takes
the rest of our lives.

Don't listen to him, Will. I
know you're trying your best.

Before we go,

can I give this
to Prisoner 756498273?

It is just
a little something to help

brighten the lonely
hours of incarceration.

Mmm. Very tasty.

Chocolate maple surprise angel food cake.
Very unusual.

Thank you for the compliment.
It is an old family recipe.

I'll let 273 have that
cake on one condition.

Whatever you say, sir.

Next visitors' day,
bake one for me and the boys.

Oh, thank you, sir.
It would be an honor.

Boy, it is hot out here.

Here you are, Dr. Smith.

Be gone,
you iron-born ingrate,

and take that
silly thing with you.

Take it. Have a party.
It'll be a blast.

Go, booby!

Dr. Smith, listen to
the Robot. He's right.

It'll be a blast,
a real blast.

Blast me no blast, William. Just
leave me alone to bake in this oven.

I'd better just set
it down over there.

I do not want to drop it after all
the trouble I had to get it to rise.

Oops!

I guess
I put in too much yeast.

The warden's gonna hear all about this.
(GRUNTS)

He won't be happy about it.
Get in.

(HORN BLOWING)

That blithering bumpkin.

Why didn't he tell us that
cake was wired for a blast?

And it's gonna get worse.

Once the warden
hears about this,

he's gonna cut off our
ice rations for sure.

We have to try to escape now.

Don't listen to him, Smith.

Even if we were able to
get away from this place,

we'd be escaped
convicts on the run.

They'd surely find us
and bring us back.

We'd be more
than escaped prisoners.

I told ya. We have friends
and places to hide.

Because we'd be millionaires,
that's why.

(CHUCKLES)

Did you say millionaires?

Yes. Millionaires. What
difference does that make to you?

You're not interested
in trying to escape.

On the contrary, my dear sir.
Do tell me more.

Well, I've got a fortune in
deutronium waitin' for us out there,

waitin' with friends who'll
hide us until the heat's off.

Oh, I mean until the authorities
get tired of looking for us.

DON: Smith.

What?

We'll get out of this somehow.

Don't buy that story about
escape and hidden billions.

He'll just get you in a worse
jam than you're in now.

One does not sneeze
at deutronium, Major,

but, still, I don't know.

While you're thinkin',
just think how nice

it'll be to be
somewhere nice and cool.

And with billions in deutronium
to buy anything you want,

to make things
even more pleasant.

I'll do it.
I'll escape with you.

Don't listen to him, Smith.
It's hopeless.

Are you dumb enough
to stand in our way'? Are you?

Now you either come
with us willingly,

or we'll drag your
dead body along after us.

Please don't be difficult,
Major.

You must come with us,
or he'll kill you.

And it's much too hot to be
dragging you along after us.

Smith, you're all heart.

You shouldn't have done that.

There's entirely too
much talk around here.

We gotta get outta here.

I am very upset about what
my guards have told me,

about your attempt to help
in an escape plot.

You and your friends must realize
that escape is impossible.

The prisoners
are here for life.

But it's not fair.

They're not guilty.
They were framed.

The computer court doesn't agree
with your idea of innocence.

Besides, isn't the word
"framed" too harsh a word'?

There is no other word. My computers
indicate they are innocent.

You're correct. Very
plainly and very simply,

your friends were framed.

Then what reason would there
be for sending them to prison?

Oh, no, no.
Not sending them to prison.

Having them escape
from prison.

We need some valuable
information from Creech,

the prisoner we had 'em
locked up with.

Creech is
a born escape artist.

He's tried it before,
and he'll try it again.

And every time he does,
we follow him,

because we know
sooner or later,

he will lead us
to his accomplices,

and the great fortune in deutronium
that they've got hidden away.

But you have no
right to do that!

You just can't use
Don and Dr. Smith

like bait without
getting their approval.

I have the right
to do anything.

Here, I am in command! Here, what
I say is right and what is wrong.

Now, if your friends
can help us to solve

one of the great unsolved
crimes of the galaxy,

then that's just what
they're going to do,

whether they like it or not.

That's all there is to it!

Sir! Sir, we just got a report
from the guard post in Quadrant 6.

The prisoners are missing
from their assigned positions.

Shall I sound
the escape siren?

No. There's no need for that.

Everything's going
just as I planned.

Have you picked
up their trail yet?

Yes, sir.

They're heading
for Devil's Quadrant.

(CHUCKLING) Beautiful.

Beautiful!
Everything just as I planned.

(LAUGHING)

I love it!

Let's go and watch.

Robot, we're gonna
have to stop them.

We can't let Don and Dr. Smith
get vaporized.

We're gonna have
to go after them.

Once again, my magnificent track
and detect system will take over.

Come, Will Robinson.

Water. I must
have some water.

It's just
a little ways further.

You've been
saying that for hours.

He's using you, Smith. There
aren't any friends out there.

And there's no
fortune in deutronium.

He's lyin'!

There's billions in deutronium
just waitin' for us!

It's just a little bit further.
Now, you still with me, huh?

I'm with you
all the way to the bank.

(CREECH LAUGHS)

(YELPS)

Why are you
still standing there

when all those
billions await us?

I'm standing here because I take one
more step, I could be destroyed.

What do you mean destroyed?

We're now entering
a section separating

Quadrant 6 from
the Devil's Quadrant.

Rumor has it that it is mined
with subatomic charges.

One false step, and it
could be instant vaporization.

Oh, dear.

Smith?
Yes?

Get up as carefully as you can.
Don't let anything move!

(GRUNTS) What do I do now?

Now come back to us,

following in your
own footprints.

But I can't see them.

I'll direct you.

Your left foot first.

Left. Yes.

Come back. Don't let it down.
Right there.

Back. Now your right foot.
Bring that back..

I can't see.
About 10 inches. Right there.

(YELPS) Down. Your left foot again.
Bring it back. Further!

(YELPS)
Right there. That's it.

Now, come back
with your right foot.

Back further.
Further. Further.

Right there.

I'm frightened.
I'm frightened.

All the way.
All the way. Now, back.

(YELPS)

Thank you. I'm safe.
Oh, thank heavens.

Now we'll never know if there
really were subatomic mines there.

You mean to say
we're stopped here?

There's no way to get
at all those billions?

Oh, sure, there's a way!
Right through the minefield!

As a student of modern penology,
I would venture to say

that there is no minefield
at all out there.

They obviously
know how scare rumors

can be magnified in
a prison community.

What was that?

Just a scare rumor
going up in smoke, Smith.

What are we gonna do?

I'll tell you
what we're gonna do.

We're goin' back right now.

I think I solved the problem of how
to get through that minefield!

When he comes to, I'll use him
as a guinea pig to lead the way.

No, no.
I won't let you do that.

I mean,
he won't let you do that.

Oh, well, maybe you can
just convince him.

(GROWLS)

I can try.

Robot, we can't stop now.
We've gotta

push on toward
the Devil's Quadrant,

and hope we can find Don and Dr.
Smith there in time.

What's the matter?

My sensors indicate

concentrations of
highly radioactive material

beneath
the ground ahead of us.

What does that mean?

A minefield.

We're gonna have to
pass through it fast

if we're gonna
catch up with them.

There is only one way.
Stay here.

I will try to
detonate the mines

and create a passage
through the minefield.

Can you do it?

If the subatomic
explosive charges

are under 10 alphatrons, my
structure will withstand them.

If not, good-bye,
Will Robinson.

Robot!

That was
an eight alphatron charge.

That was a six.

That was a nine!

Are you all right?

That was an 11.3,

perhaps even a 12.1.

Can you keep going?

Affirmative.

My sensors also
indicate that we have

come to the end
of the minefield.

If you could
give me a push to start me,

(COUGHS)

we can be on our way.

(COUGHING)

I refuse to go another foot,
not another inch.

See? (CHUCKLES)
I told you I'd get us there.

Right at the end
of this canyon.

"Welcome. You are now

"entering Devil's Quadrant."

(LAUGHS)

All we have to do is walk
the length of this canyon,

and we're home free!

And we collect that fortune
in deutronium.

Of course! That's waiting for us too.
Come on.

Don't listen to him, Smith.
If you go

across that line,
you'll be a hunted man...

You shouldn't have done that.
Are you hurt, Major?

Oh, good heavens,
you are a wicked one.

There's nothing
stopping us now. Come on!

But he's hurt. I can%leave
him here like this.

Last chance, Smith. Are you coming
with me or are you staying here?

But who's going to
take care of him?

Well, look at it this way.

Who's gonna take care of those
billions in deutronium?

Oh, dear.

Get your feet up.
Get your feet up.

Hear, hear!
Oh, dear. Why can't things

be simple and
uncomplicated for me?

Come on. Make up your mind. There's
no more time. Come on. Let's go.

I can't. I can’t
leave him here like this.

Okay.
Have it your way.

So long, sucker.

Dr. Smith, no!

No! Stop!

Smith, what happened?

What happened, indeed.

Your meddling,
Major, cost me a fortune

in deutronium.
That is what happened.

Are you all right?

Yeah. I guess so.

All right to go back to
breaking rocks in Quadrant 6.

(HORN BLOWS)

DR. SMITH: Oh, no. No. I refuse to
go back to that terrible place.

Who said anything about taking you back?
After all, you're all heroes.

Knowing that Creech
was going this way

enabled my guards
to capture his entire gang,

and the missing deutronium.

Prisoner 756498273
and 756498274,

I have something for you.

Your complete pardon.

Prisoners' effects.

And thank you
for a job well done.

Thank you, indeed.
That's hardly enough,

considering all
the agony we've endured.

Of course it's not enough.
Here you are.

Five silver pieces for you,
273, and for you, 274.

Well,
it's better than nothing.

Oh, and a pair of new
boots for each of you.

Now that we're old friends, you don't
mind if I call you 273 and 274?

And good luck
on the outside world.

If we never meet again,
it'll be much too soon.

Oh, and remember... If you
can't make it on the outside,

the warden's warden has a
warm place waiting for you.

(WARDEN CACKLES)

Stay tuned for some exciting
scenes from next week's show!

Next week, mystery
on a fantastic planet,

where Judy enters
a strange beauty contest,

without knowing it can
cost her her life.

Halt! Who goes there?

Mr. Farnum, what an unusual-looking lady.
Friend of yours?

Mmm...

Business acquaintance,
you might say.

MAN: There, Dr. Smith, does
that answer your question?

You are the one.

It is you who will be
our Miss Galaxy.

You who will come
to live with us forever.

Behold your new master.

I sold him your soul.

Sold him my soul?

Next week, "Space Beauty,"
on Lost in Space!