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Ah, yes, William.

There can be no doubt
that my memoirs

will be one of the biggest sellers
in the history of literature.

What's the title?

Outer Space and I
by Dr. Zachary Smith.

I can hardly wait to read it.

And so you shall, William.

By accident, I scanned a couple of pages.
Let me quote...

Mind your manners, ninny,
or you'll lose your friends!

(BEEPING)
(EXPLOSION)

Warning! Warning! Fire
in the port fuel cells!

(YELPS) Hurry, William.

Hurry before the fire
spreads to the reactors.

Smith!

Get up here on the double!

I'm quite busy at
the moment, Major.

Dr. Smith reports that he
is busy at the moment.

Smith, get up here
and I mean now!

Dr. Smith, you'd better
get up there!

There must be
something wrong!

Oh, very well, William.

How can they expect
an artist to be creative,

when he's constantly
being harassed

by the elements and
his dreary fellow man?

Stand aside, sir.

Don, we've got to
take the chance.

Yeah, I guess you're right.

That fire knocked out all the
long-range sensing equipment.

You...
You wish to see me?

Yes.

Pick one.
For what purpose, may I ask?

One of our atomizing fuel tanks
isn't functioning properly.

That's what caused the fire.

Bottom line is that we have to
land and repair it immediately,

or we risk blowing up
the entire ship.

Then, by all means,
let us do so.

See there?

JOHN: That's a cosmic cloud.

I don't want to endanger
the lives of those aboard

without first checking it out.

So one of us will take the space
pod and execute a test probe.

All right, we'll each draw one.
The short one goes.

If it's left to me, I go.

But why endanger our precious lives?
We could send the Robot.

No, the job might call for
some unusual reflex actions

for which he's not programmed.

If you were half the good
friend you claim to be,

you would volunteer
for this task.

Professor Robinson
wishes me to remain here.

Indeed. The simple truth
is that you're afraid.

Soft living has
made you spineless!

Here, sir. The white
feather of a coward.

Cruelty, cruelty,
thy name is Smith.

All right.
Let's get on with it.

Oh, dear me.

The space pod will be ready
to leave in five minutes.

Let's go.

Doomed. I'm doomed.

And right smack in the middle
of my most exciting chapter.

That cosmic cloud
is probably harmless.

But you can never
tell until you get in it.

For once in your miserable life,
Smith, try to act like a man.

You are cold and cruel, Major.

Give the others my love,

and tell them that my last
thoughts were of their kind faces.

Once you reach the cloud,
send back immediately.

(RUMBLING)

The space pod...
It's gone!

Oh, thank heavens.
I'm saved.

Someone must have released it.

Blessings on him,
whoever it was.

Space pod calling Jupiter 2.

This is the space pod
calling Jupiter 2.

Jupiter 2,
do you read me, over?

That's the Robot's voice.

Space pod calling
Jupiter 2, over.

It couldn't be, Don. I saw him
below deck just a few minutes ago.

It's a trick, I'm sure...
An alien trick.

Unless that booby is
practicing ventriloquism.

Jupiter 2, this is the Robot calling.
Do you read me, over?

That is the Robot.
Keep him talking.

Don, let's patch in
the tape recorder.

We read you, Robot. But what are
you doing in the space pod?

Dr. Smith was supposed to
make the test probe.

For this task, I am better equipped.
I am braver.

Well, be careful, Robot.

I shall exert
every precaution.

And now, farewell.
I am preparing

to dive through
the cosmic cloud.

The Robot's just about the best
friend anyone could have, Dr. Smith.

I mean, we just couldn't do without him.
You've got to admit that.

You're absolutely right,
William.

As I have said many,
many times in the past,

he's true-blue,
all the way through.

Jupiter 2, this is the Robot.

I have passed through the cosmic
cloud, and there is no danger.

I am now landing on a planet.

I will send back a report
immediately. Over and out.

That solves one problem.

Jupiter 2,
Robot reporting.

All conditions appear to be...
(CRACKING)

Who?
What is it?

They have me!
They have me!

This is the end!

(ROBOT WAILS)

(CLAN KING)

(CLANKING CONTINUES)

Mark my words. We shall
all rue this decision.

The malfunctioning
fuel tank has to be fixed.

Well, couldn't it
be repaired in space?

Of course not.

And what about your
true-blue friend, the Robot?

A robot is replaceable,
but not Dr. Zachary Smith.

DON: Prepare below
for a hard landing.

We're entering
the magnetic zone.

WILL: All secure below
for a hard landing.

And stay below after
we've landed.

Strap in, Smith!

Yes. Yes, of course.

All right. Here we go.

(THRUSTERS FIRING)

All right.
Check around outside.

I'm going down to the power
core to check the fuel tank.

Right. If it goes,
we're all done for.

Here, Smith. Put this on.
You'll need it.

Oh, no, Major.
I think not.

Perhaps I should stay aboard
to tend to the children.

After all, they do need
some protection, you know.

Don, can I go out with you?
I've just gotta find the Robot.

All right, Will.
Come on.

Wrecked machines,
thousands of 'em!

If they're activated
and repaired,

each of them is capable
of destroying us.

Robot!

Let's take a look around.

I'll check the pod.

WILL: Robot!

Careful, William.
It may be a trick.

This is nothing but a shell.
No working parts inside.

(SIGHS) No sign of the Robot. None
of these machines are operational.

It's like a giant junkyard.

(DISTANT MOANING)

What was that?

Maybe it's the Robot!

It came from
over there somewhere.

(MOANING)

(GROANING)

(GROANING CONTINUES)

(YELPS)

Will, help.

Robot!

Good heavens! ls there
no end to your idiocy?

Get down from there at once,
you bumbling birdbrain!

It looks like
some sort of electromagnet.

That must be the controls.

Let's not touch anything until
we're sure of what we're doing.

I wonder what this one does.

DON: Smith!

(CRASHING)

Careful, Major, careful.
William, easy does it.

Yes, easy does it.
Careful.

(SIGHS) Splendid.

Are you all right?

Except for a slight tingling sensation
in my rotor, I am functional.

Only a complete moron could get
himself into such a predicament.

Well, what happened?
You sure had us worried.

I was suddenly grabbed from
behind by a powerful force.

My sensors recalled nothing until
you, my dear friends, saved me.

More's the pity. Just remember
you owe all of us a debt.

Shut up, Smith. We haven't
seen any form of alien life.

You may have been picked up
accidentally by this magnetic machine.

(DISTANT RUMBLING)

Look out!

Where did that come from?

We could all have been
killed in our tracks!

I suggest we return to...

(RUMBLING)

Get moving!

Oh, dear. The next one
will surely hit us.

We'd better get back
to the spaceship.

Oh, I'm completely exhausted.

I'll check inside.

We'll stand guard out here.
Right.

Oh, William,
there's a limit

to how much flesh
and bone can endure.

Dr. Smith, some rest and you'll be fine.
Won't he, Robot?

Affirmative.

I think I'd better
check your central dial.

Thank you, Will.

I'm afraid I shall
never be the same. Never.

(SCREAMS) William!

WILL: I think it's alive!

(SPRINGS BOUNCING)

It cannot be real.

(GEARS CREAKING)

I'm Will Robinson
from the planet Earth.

Earth? Never heard
of the place.

You are the strangest-looking junk
that's ever been dropped here.

Junk?

Nice piece of metal.
Should melt down very nicely.

Melt down?

In my blast furnace.

All space junk falls
onto this planet.

Then I melt it down.
(CHUCKLES)

And I keep on stockpiling it.

I have cornered the
intergalactic junk market.

Well, I'm sorry, sir,
but you've made a mistake.

That's our spaceship,
and we need it.

Oh, indeed we do.

(SPRINGS BOUNCING)

I'll give you
a good price for it.

It's not for sale.

It's a pity.
Beautiful chunk of scrap.

Just... Just what is
this place, may I ask?

As I told you before, the intergalactic
junkyard, and I'm the Junkman.

This whole planet belongs to me.
(CHUCKLES)

From Earth you said?

You are not
particularly bright.

Now just one moment, sir!
Just one moment!

You are quite mistaken,
you know.

We are all Earth creatures of
superior intellect, especially me.

You certainly are not
put together very well.

Indeed?

I would hardly describe your
construction as a thing of beauty, sir.

JUNKMAN: Well, maybe I'm not the
prettiest thing you've ever seen,

but I'm making improvements!

Well, I think I have
got to get back to work.

You are sure you don't want
to sell me this spaceship?

No, thank you, Mr. Junkman.

Too bad. See you.

DR. SMITH: William!

(RUMBLING)

Oh, we can't leave this terrible
place fast enough for me.

Fuel tank's repaired.
We can liftoff.

Oh, I can hardly wait.

Imagine, a whole planet
that's nothing but a junkyard.

JOHN: Ready to test for
liftoff down here, Don.

Anytime. The fuel gauges
are working perfectly.

How do the fuel valves check
out down in the power core?

They're okay.

All right, let her go.
Test fire all banks.

Right.

(THRUSTERS FIRE)

We're not lifting.

Don, what is it?

I don't know. We're
getting enough thrust.

ROBOT". This spaceship is
incapable of flight, Major West.

It is being held
by the incredible

magnetic force
of a junk planet.

You mean we're stuck
in this dreadful place?

Mother, we're unable
to lift off.

Really?

Well, we're in
more trouble than that.

Our entire food supply
has been contaminated

by some sort of a...
A rust blight.

The hydroponic
garden is ruined.

Oh, but we still
have our freezer units.

No, we haven't.

Whatever this rust blight is,
it's resistant to cold.

There's not a thing that's
edible, even in the lockers.

(SIGHS)

(SCREAMS)

You are never
going to leave here.

Nothing ever leaves
the junk planet.

Boy, something
really smells bad!

My sensors
are also repelled.

Whatever that is, Dr. Smith, I
hope you're not going to eat it.

In times of desperate
need, William,

one cannot afford to be
choosy about one's diet.

Dr. Smith, don't worry.

Everything will be all right if
you just keep your spirits up.

Unfortunately,
William, my stomach

cannot sustain
itself on optimism.

It is my opinion
that you can live

for weeks on
your own body fat.

Spare me your inept
scientific analysis.

We're gonna go
look for some food.

Would you like
to come with us?

And leave this delicious
tidbit uneaten? Certainly not.

The rest of the family is
out searching for edibles.

You should do your part.

I have no interest in your
moronic moralizing. Begone!

Well, suit yourself,
Dr. Smith.

Enjoy your supper.

I shall.

Bon appétit.

Bah!

No matter how
adverse the adversities,

one must never let
down one's standards.

A bit of candlelight,
a jug of wine and thou.

No jug,
and almost no thou.

Greetings,
Earth machine!

What a fearful din!
Don't I have

enough trouble
without you shaking

and clanking
all over the place?

You appear unhappy.
Why are you unhappy?

If you really must know,
I'm hungry.

In actual fact, I'm starving.

Then why don't you eat?
There's plenty of food about.

Earthlings cannot eat metal.

Well, you are
dining on leather!

Only as a last resort,
to sustain life.

You certainly are flimsily
and badly put together.

Indeed! In comparison to
yourself, I'm a work of art!

And may I add that
what you lack in tact,

you more than
make up in brass!

If I would have had
the right materials,

the results would
have been very different.

(GRUNTS, SPRINGS BOUNCE)

(GASPING)

(GRUNTING, SPRINGS BOUNCING)

(EXHALES)

What I need most
is a stability unit.

A stability unit? My Robot has
one, a splendid one as I remember.

Yes, of course he has.
And you need one?

How very interesting.

Tell me, my dear sir, if I were
to get you this stability unit,

could you arrange to
get me some proper food?

Plenty of it, from the food
lockers of junked space vehicles.

Probably crawling
with the rust blight.

Oh, no.
Quite the contrary.

Only the food in your
food lockers is contaminated.

Do you like beef Stroganoff?

Beef Stroganoff?
Oh, dear heavens, I adore it.

When do I get
my stability unit?

Tomorrow night.

I can hardly wait!

(LAUGHING)

Just remember,

that my beef Stroganoff
must be delicately laced

with sour cream
and a good wine.

Delicately laced with
sour cream and good wine.

You have my word on it.

Oh, how happy,
happy, happy I will be,

to finally be
completely stable.

(SPRINGS BOUNCING)

Beef Stroganoff.

Oh, joy, oh, bliss.

Oh, good heavens.
Why didn't I think

to order crepe
suzette for dessert?

ROBOT: Dr. Smith!

Why are you not asleep?

Hush, my dear friend.

I wish to discuss
an important matter with you.

My memory banks
are filled with

the secret talks we
have had in the past.

The results were
always the same.

The treacherous, selfish,
cowardly Dr. Smith,

betrayed the sweet,
gentle and trusting Robot.

You hurt me to the quick. That
was the old Zachary Smith.

I've turned over a new leaf.

I'm acting now for the
good of all, believe me.

I do not, but proceed.

My trusty aide, you know
how desperate is our plight.

Not only are we stranded
on this dreadful planet,

but we are starving as well.

Our situation is indeed bad,
and yours is worse.

You have run out of boots.

In times of danger,
sacrifices must be made.

So once again,
my clear sir,

it is you who will
have the privilege

of saving our
intrepid little band.

Tell me what I must do,
and I shall do it.

Bravo!
My stalwart sortie, bravo!

The Junkman is willing
to trade us some food

for some of your
mechanical parts.

You want me to give me away?

Only a few insignificant
tubes and wires,

to save the lives of William and
Judy and clear, dear Penny.

What an unthinking brute I am.

For my friends
I would do anything. Anything!

Blessings on you.

I think I'm going to cry.

Thank you, Dr. Smith Now, let
us go and find the Junkman.

Yes. And always remember,

the good you do
comes back to you.

Proceed.

Oh, we're so grateful
to you, Dr. Smith.

I don't think Will
and Penny could've

gone another
minute without food.

Still your fears, my dear.
Our starvation is over.

From now on, the Junkman will
supply us with everything we need.

I can't understand why he
suddenly became so generous.

The explanation
is quite simple.

I appealed to
his better nature.

Hmm.

Well, just the same, I think
I'll check the spaceship.

And if anything's missing...

A typical Major West reaction.

Always greet kindness
with distrust.

Now, look, Smith,
we appreciate the food,

but if you're up to your old
tricks, heaven help you.

Let me assure you, Major.
I acted only with honor...

A word which is alien
to your nature.

Will you hurry?
The Junkman is waiting for us.

I am moving as
fast as possible.

My coordinators are not
functioning properly.

That's because your stability unit is gone.
Now come along.

Come, come, come.
Don't dawdle.

Perhaps I made a mistake
in giving it to the Junkman.

How can you say
such a thing?

We did it for the good
of all, remember?

Come, come, come.

Yes, for my family.

It was a pleasure to see how they
enjoyed that beef Stroganoff.

I knew you'd be pleased.
Now, come along.

(CRASHING)

Mr. Junkman!

Dr. Smith,
I was getting worried.

Not to worry, sir. Well,
how do your new parts fit?

As you can
easily see, very well.

Of course, I'm far from being
the machine I wish to be.

Warning! Danger!

Mr. Junkman!

Stop!
It is useless to protest!

Why is it moving?

All machines end
up in my junkyard.

It must accept that fact.

(GASPS)

Mr. Junkman, it's gone.

JUNKMAN: I had to
demolecularize it.

It's a pity. A lot of
good metal is lost.

How sad. What was
wrong with the machine?

It refused to accept its fate.

It occasionally happens,
a little mechanical rebellion.

Well, actually,
you have to admire them.

It shows how
well-built they are.

No metal fatigue there.

This is where we all
must end up eventually.

You, not I.

Well, now, let us get back
to the business at hand.

I need some more parts.

Well, just tell me what
you require, sir.

We will be more than
happy to supply them.

I will speak for myself,
Dr. Smith.

He will speak for himself.

What is it you need?

I have decided to exchange my
electrical system to transistors,

and I will need yours.

That is not one of the parts
we agreed on before.

If my suggestion is not
agreeable, let us forget it.

Sorry, Dr. Smith.
I have no food for you.

For shame, sir,
thinking only of yourself,

when your dear loved ones
are in such dire need.

Forgive me,
Dr. Smith.

I will be most happy to
give up my transistors.

I forgive you. We will
keep our bargain, sir.

If you will excuse me, I will
remove the parts you wish.

He's extremely modest.

Hmm.

Now, Dr. Smith,
it has occurred to me,

that there is more to life
than this little planet.

I want to see some of it.

Perhaps even, Earth.

How would you leave here?

In your spaceship.

If and when
we leave this planet,

we would be more than
happy to oblige you,

but you see, we are a bit
overcrowded, I'm afraid.

Dr. Smith, you do not
understand me at all.

When I leave here,
we will leave together.

I plan to take your ship,

and nothing will stop me.

Trying to concentrate
with that metal

falling all over the
spaceship's impossible.

It's setting my
nerves on edge too.

(DISTANT ROARING)

Oh!

This junk delivery
should be over soon.

Oh, I've never felt so
frustrated in all my life.

Here we are with a spaceship
in perfect flying condition,

and we can't even
get off the ground!

Oh, did you find
out anything, Don?

Plenty.

According to the test
we just made,

the Jupiter 2 isn't being held on
this planet by a magnetic field.

JUDY: Are you sure?

DON: We checked our
calculations twice.

Well, what
could be holding us'?

Well, my guess would be
some kind of a machine that,

also attracts junk
metal to this area.

Then all we have to do is find
that machine and turn it off.

That's right Penny.
But there must be

thousands of
machines out there.

We could have the Robot
locate it for us.

Yeah, let's hope so. Boy, he's
been acting strange lately.

Mmm. Dr. Smith said he
was suffering the effects

of being grabbed up
by the magnet.

Mmm. I don't suppose it would hurt
to ask him. Where is the Robot?

Come to think of it,
I haven't seen him all day.

The Robot's outside!

(DON SIGHS)

Boy, he looks in bad shape.

I hope he wasn't hit
by a piece of metal.

If Smith forgot and left him out
there, I'll break his neck.

Judy, get Will and
Dr. Smith for me.

Penny, let's check the Robot.

(ROBOT GROANING)

Why weren't you
inside the spaceship?

My fault.

Did not have the strength.

What's the matter with you?

Nothing.
I am in great shape.

(MOANS)

Sir, sir. Have you
seen the Junkman?

Here I am.

What? Who are you?

Well, you surely
recognize me, Dr. Smith.

The Junkman.

What... What happened to you?

(CHUCKLES)

With the parts
from your Robot,

I have redesigned myself
from head to toe.

Well, that's quite remarkable.

Affirmative. (CHUCKLES)

If you brought that
for me, it is not necessary.

I'm perfectly content as I am.

As a matter of fact,
I am perfect, period.

Indeed.

One never knows when one needs
a spare diode unit.

Mmm. Put it back
in your Robot.

My dear Mr. Junkman,
very often a spare part

means the difference
between life and death.

Now then, have you
got my food ready?

(CHUCKLES)

Our agreement is at an end, Dr.
Smith.

There is no longer
anything I need from you.

For shame, sir.
Would you have us starve?

Your problems is not my
concern, my good Dr. Smith.

Mr. Junkman,
you must help us.

Just think how much
I've done for you.

You have done nothing
but make me unhappy.

I don't understand.

Before you gave me new parts,

I was content with my lot
as the galactic Junkman.

Now I am dissatisfied
with my little trash pile,

and wish to conquer bigger
and better junkyards.

If we could get off
this planet,

we would be very happy
to take you with us.

Well, it is within my power
to free your spaceship,

from the undetectable
magnetic force which holds it.

Then our problems
are solved.

I shall merely inform Major
West that we have a passenger.

He will be delighted, as I am.

Eh, suppose he refuses
to take me along?

Oh, he wouldn't do that.

Oh, perhaps not,
but the possibility exists.

No, no.
He does not strike me

as the most hospitable
person in the galaxy.

No, no, no.
I have a better idea.

Anything, sir.
Anything.

You will get me aboard your spaceship
without the others knowing.

Then I will turn off
the magnetic machine.

Once we are in space, it will
be too late to bring us back.

Oh, I must tell you.
Major West

does not take
kindly to surprises.

Oh, his anger will be tempered
when I supply him with provisions.

Then it is clearly understood
that you will give us food.

More than you need. In fact,
more than you can eat.

Oh, lovely.

My dear Mr. Junkman, allow me to
welcome you to our space expedition.

Don, keep your radio on.
Check.

We're leaving for the north quadrant now.
All right.

We'll keep in touch, Dad.
Come on.

Penny, stay close to the ship.

Okay. Be careful, Dad.

I will.

(ROCKET ENGINES FIRE)

Mr. Junkman?

The spaceship is unoccupied
at present. Hurry.

I'll hide you in my quarters.
Follow me.

What are you doing?

lam locking us in
and everyone else out.

Open that hatch
immediately.

Do not anger me, Dr. Smith, or I will
leave you behind with the others.

You tricked me.

You compute very well,
Dr. Smith.

But it won't do you any good.
Who's going to fly the spaceship?

You forget. I possess
your Robot's memory banks.

There's nothing about the Jupiter
2 which is strange to me!

Now I will release

my special magnetic force,

and prepare for takeoff!

(LAUGHS)

Don, I'm heading
over the east quadrant.

Do you read me?

Loud and clear. Any luck?

Nothing yet.
How 'bout you?

Hold on.

(KNOCKING)

Mmm. Just another
hollow shell.

We've covered most of
the north quadrant, John.

There's nothing there
but more junk.

We've worked our way
back to the Jupiter 2.

(DISTANT RUMBLING)

What's that noise?
It came from your area.

Rocket engines.
It's our spaceship!

We will orbit my former home,

until the new fuel tank thermostats
have adjusted to the heat,

and then, off into space!

Mr. Junkman, please, I beg of
you, return to your planet.

Shh! Be still!

Your incessant chatter
irritates my sensors.

Just one moment,
you mechanical moron!

How dare you address me
in this fashion?

l am in command here!
You are only a robot!

I order you to bring
this spaceship down!

Do as I say, ninny, or beware!

(GRUNTS)

You cannot order me about as
you did your mechanical man.

l am very, very different,

as you will see, Dr. Smith.

Not another word from you,
Dr. Smith!

How can you dock
the space pod

in the Jupiter 2 while
it's still in orbit?

The toughest part
comes after docking,

to get to
the control room section.

Don, do you think
you should try?

Maybe you should wait
until Dad gets back.

Or until Will has
the Robot working again.

We don't have a choice.

If we wait, the Junkman could
blast out of orbit into space.

(THRUSTERS FIRE)

(BEEPING)

Warning! (LAUGHS)

One of your friends
hopes to join you, Dr. Smith.

We shall have to discourage him
with a little warning rocket shot.

Oh, leave him alone.
We've done you no harm.

How authoritative you
Earthlings are.

Just remember,
no one gives me orders.

One rocket shot, huh? With the
compliments of the Junkman.

(CACKLES)
No! No!

(ROCKET FIRES)

(RUMBLING)

This is Major West calling
the Jupiter 2.

This is Major West calling the Jupiter 2.
Junkman, do you read me?

Come in if you read me. This is
Major West calling the Jupiter 2.

Come in if you read me.

(CHUCKLES)

How desperate Major West's
voice sounds.

Why don't you speak to him?

Speak?

The rockets I fired expressed
my feelings perfectly.

Just to make sure,
I'll fire another one!

(CACKLES)

No! No!

(ROCKET FIRES)

(EXPLOSION)

Ground Control,
this is Major West.

I can't get
near the Jupiter 2.

There's nothing I can do up here.
I'm coming back down.

You must return
to the family, Will.

Not unless you go with me.

No, this is where I belong
now, in the junkyard.

Robot, we'll find new parts for you.
Don’t junk yourself!

Both of us knew that someday
we would have to part.

After all,
lam only a machine.

You're the best friend
anyone could ever have.

I cannot remember the past.

Only a warm place in my timing
generator tells me we were once close.

Try not to be sad.
Perhaps we will

meet again in
the distant future.

Not if you melt yourself
down in his blast furnace.

But that will not
be the end, Will.

My melted metal
will be used again,

perhaps as a small air-conditioner
or a child's tricycle.

Robot, please
come back with me!

Who knows?
I could be lucky and be made

into a shipping crate
for a giant computer.

One further thing, Will.

The Junkman has my sensors,
memory banks and tapes.

The past is alive for him.

It is possible that if
you talk to the Junkman,

you might be able to get
him to return them.

Then... Then you can install
them in your new robot.

No, Robot.
Don't talk like that!

You must leave now,
my friend.

Go and... And
do not look back.

Where is everybody?

Well, Don and Judy
went to meet Dad.

(SNIFFS)

Will, what's the matter?

What happened?

Oh, it's the Robot.

He's gonna turn himself
into scrap.

I've just gotta get
that Junkman to come back.

Will, don't try to
go up there.

The Junkman won't
let you near the ship.

He'll fire the rockets at you.

I can talk to him.

I know I can!

(THRUSTERS FIRE)

Mr. Junkman. Mr. Junkman,
this is Will Robinson.

Please, sir,
I must speak with you.

Activate your memory banks
that you took from our Robot.

Now, do you remember
all the good times we've had

and how many times
you've saved my life?

Yes. I can recall
many incidents.

Let me dock the space pod in
the Jupiter 2 and talk to you.

JUNKMAN: All right. You have
my permission to dock.

Oh, William!
William, it's so good

to see your
friendly face again.

I'm glad you're
all right, Dr. Smith.

Thank you, William.
All is lost, you know.

This is indeed
the end of everything.

Thank you for letting me dock
the space pod, Mr. Junkman.

I'm pleased that
you are here, Will Robinson.

As you said,
my new memory banks,

they indicate
many happy associations.

But that is not the reason why
I allowed you to dock here.

It isn't?

Your company is preferable
to Dr. Smith.

Traveling with him as a companion
would be just intolerable!

Indeed, sir!

I shall be more than happy
to sever our acquaintanceship.

And you shall have your wish!

I'm sending you back to
the others in the space pod!

No! Please, Mr. Junkman, don't send
me back. Let me stay with you.

If you send me back,
I shall starve! I shall die!

My memory banks do not tell me
that you are a friend.

March!

Now, wait. Dr. Smith has his
faults, but everyone does.

When the chips are really down,
he always comes through.

Tell him, William. Tell him
I'm really a very nice person.

Mr. Junkman, I want you to take
the ship back to your planet.

We are friends, Will,
but that, I cannot do.

All right. Then I'll leave with Dr.
Smith.

No, wait.
Don't leave.

William!
Don't forget me, William!

You took a lot of important
parts from our Robot!

But there's one part
you didn't get, his heart.

The mechanical man
does not have one.

Oh, yes, he does.

You can't see it or hear it,
but it's there just the same.

Maybe the Robot was
ugly and clumsy,

and you're big and handsome.

But you'll never be as good.

The Robot could love
and you can't!

Even if you live
for 10,000 years,

you'll always be
lonely and unhappy.

How does one learn
to love, Will Robinson?

I don't know. It starts
with kindness to others,

and then there's trust
and respect.

Well, there it is, love.

Kindness, trust,

respect and love.

Let's take the ship back to
your planet, Mr. Junkman.

Oh, my dear, dear friends.
How good it is to see you.

What happened?

Everything's fine now,
and it's all William's doing!

Oh. Well, the Robot
deserves all the credit.

He told me that...
The Robot!

He was gonna destroy himself
in your blast furnace!

We've gotta stop him!

Oh, I shall go with you,
Will Robinson.

But do not get
your hopes too high.

My computers tell me
that it is too late.

Your Robot is no more.

Don't even say that.

We're too late!

(SIGHS)
I'm sorry, Will Robinson.

Perhaps in time
I will be able to

take the Robot's
place in your affection.

Let us go back to the others.

ROBOT: Will!

Don't touch him!
He's very hot.

No, I am just scorched.

We thought you
had been melted down.

I tried to destroy myself,
Will, but I cannot believe it.

Something happened to
the heat of the flames.

They would not consume me.

I have an explanation.

It was love that consumed him
before the flames could!

I do believe these are
genuine diamonds!

(LAUGHS)
Let it go, Dr. Smith.

It is junk, too, like
everything else on this planet.

When it comes out of
the atomic blast furnace,

it will be nothing
but useless carbon.

Pity.

(CHUCKLES) Well, Will
Robinson, how are you coming?

I've almost finished replacing
all the Robot's parts.

JUNKMAN: But now I'm quite sure that
your family is ready to take off.

I will escort you. Come on.

Come on, Robot. We'll get
you cleaned up at the ship.

Not too fast, Will Robinson. My
locomotion control is stuck.

Ah. There it is!

(SIREN BEEPS)
DR. SMITH: Help! Help!

Help me!
Get me down from here!

Help me! I'm innocent!

Help! Help!
Help me!

My auto-detection units are
apparently not fully attuned.

It's me, you idiot!
Save me!

(DR. SMITH SCREAMING)

Oh, thank heavens.
I'm saved.

No.

Thank your
trusty general utility

non-theorizing
environmental Robot.

Stop chattering!

To think that I
might have been reduced

to nothingness by
this hideous furnace.

That is
an incorrect statement.

The normal humanoid
is 98% fluid and fat,

and would be reduced
to 2% of mineral.

You, Dr. Smith, are 100% fat.

Nothing whatsoever
would be left.

Fat, indeed,
you cackling cacophony!

I'm a fine figure of a man,
and I always was. Begone!

Oh, the pain, the pain.

Useless carbon?
We shall see.

(SCREECHES)

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

Gosh, it's a comet,
and heading this way!

We must prepare
for catastrophe!

NARRATOR: Next week,
on Lost in Space,

a fantastic adventure into the
black void beyond the stars.

Warning! Warning!
Do not open inner door!

This is the Jupiter 2.

Who are you?
We're gonna crash!

Your tie line's going!
You've got to let go!

Come on in, Dad!
Hurry!

NARRATOR: Deep in the
forbidden recesses of space,

the Jupiter 2 encounters a
terrifying, derelict spaceship,

doomed to drift forever
in forgotten galaxies.

Next week, "Condemned of
Space, " on Lost in Space!