Foundation

No!

A nightmare?

A vision.

For years... I have felt I was wearing someone else's dreams.

Night after night, the same face haunting me.

A girl's fa... a woman's face.

I had started to believe I would never meet her.

But that man on Kalgan...

The one in the club.

Pritcher.

I touched his mind. He was like me.

It took some time to untangle,

but now I realize he gave me a great gift.

A name to go with the face that troubles my sleep.

Gaal Dornick.

She's visited me in a thousand dreams, and now she's here...

in our time, at my throat.

I have to find Gaal Dornick before she finds me.

I have to destroy her...

even if I have to burn everything to do it.

Get the others. Prepare the Blacktongue .

When?

Now. Right now.

Gaal Dornick. It has been more than 300 years. You are looking well.

How...

I followed Brother Dawn to Clarion. He was in communication with you.

Is he... Where is he?

Maintenance air lock 17-B suffered an explosive decompression.

Twelve seconds later, Dawn's nanites stopped transmitting his vitals.

He died for you, or because of you, and you're going to tell me why.

Don't pretend to grieve while you have his replacement in a tank.

I raised him! I watched his first steps!

I protected him.

He was afraid of you.

Are you?

I assumed Dr. Seldon informed you I was a robot. I see I was mistaken.

You will tell me everything, Miss Dornick.

How Dawn came to be your instrument, why you set him on this task,

and why I shouldn't end your life this instant.

Don't be frightened, puppy.

Will the Foundation take me away from you?

No. No.

You and I... we're good at making people love us.

Approaching New Terminus.

Ready?

I don't know. I like being famous, but this feels more like being important.

Oh, Torie. Famous and important are the same thing.

That was in our wedding vows, remember?

Foundation Station, this is Toran Mallow of the Chaser ,

requesting permission to dock.

I have a member of the Trader Alliance on board.

Chaser, this is Warden Fallon Greer.

Do not approach unless authorized.

Repeat, do not approach. Comply or you will be met with force.

Why does this keep happening to us?

Listen, shooting us down would be about the dumbest move possible,

which is how I just know Indbur's sitting right there making the calls.

Threats detected.

Chaser weapons inadequate for defense.

Warden Greer, we're here at the behest of Captain Pritcher.

Keep going.

He can confirm our status.

Pritcher?

Yes.

Captain Pritcher. Captain Han Pritcher.

Docking permitted. Come on through.

- Visitors? - No. They're staying.

Hi, Randu.

More of a two-armed weapon, chairs.

You brought this all down on me. That why you picked him?

All I asked your nephew to do was look pretty and get me in a door.

We both think Indbur's out of his depth. Truce?

I only need the one hand for that.

No more hitting each other.

They'll never take us seriously.

Didn't see nothing.

You two, what exactly did you think would happen?

Captain, you came to Randu Mallow's nephew.

I had every reason to believe that whatever you were onto

might have repercussion for the Traders.

You dragged us in, you know.

You don't get to treat us like we're children.

You're the one who got the dizzies on your mission and ran away, remember?

That's why you're locked in here being rude to us

when all we did was what you couldn't. And do you know what?

If someone would actually just listen to us, we could be of some real help.

If I could, I would play and show you,

but... they took it away.

The instrument.

It's on New Terminus?

- Be nice. - I am nice.

Magnifico.

That's a good name.

An artist's name.

The Mule likes it when you play, hmm?

So do the people in the club?

You make it easier for him, don't you?

I provide the Mule's dark fanfare.

Giving tumble to his wonders.

Would you work against the Mule, Magnifico?

I only play to eat and live another hollow day.

I would gladly play for another purpose.

Yeah.

Magnifico Giganticus,

today it is sincere.

You'll come with me now, so I can assess the advantages you might offer us.

No.

Not without her.

Not without my lady, her pet, and leader Uncle Randu.

Well, if it greases the wheels, I'll deal with you all at once.

It exploded, destroying hundreds of Imperial Trireme-3 cruisers

during the advance.

Most of the fleet were reported to be in Kalgan space before comms buoys went dark.

They're saying some of the Imperial fleet fell in a trap or something.

Over Kalgan, I think.

Bad business.

Worse than you know.

What's this?

Sweets from the micro-farms.

Every one of them taste different.

Trouble is sometimes you get one that taste better than anything,

and you can't have it again.

I'll take a box.

Hello.

Can I help you?

Do we know each other?

Yes.

Yes, we do.

Hari knew you were a robot.

How long did he know?

From the moment we met, he knew.

I do not know how.

The whole time...

The Imperium is 12,000 years old, Doctor.

Are we really to believe that it could be gone in just 500?

A rotten tree trunk appears strong until the storm breaks it in two.

The whole time I thought he was playing to the Cleons, but...

but he was making the Foundation's case directly to you.

He had already made his case.

Dr. Seldon correctly argued that the formation of the Foundation

and the preservation of Empire were not mutually exclusive goals.

At least not in the short term.

My memories were used to complete his dataset.

To finish the model, he needed more data.

I provided it.

You made psychohistory with him?

Then you agreed with his plan once. Do you still?

Demerzel, I am his plan.

That's what Dawn was serving when he agreed to help me.

Any competent engineer builds in redundancy.

The Cleons have backups. Why wouldn't the Foundation?

Another Foundation?

I have studied the Prime Radiant for a century and a half.

For sometime now, I'd become aware of

certain unknown predictive variables impinging upon the math.

Shadows whose existence I came to infer but could not precisely quantify.

You're saying the shadows are you?

The makeup of the Second Foundation is different.

We're not blind like the First Foundation.

We have access to the math like you, but we also have certain aptitudes.

Telepathy, extrasensory perception.

Is the Mule one of you?

No. No, he's... he's like us, but he's malignant.

And his abilities are far beyond anything we can do.

He can convert people, rewrite their behavior--

And the Enclosure around Kalgan?

I needed it to fail.

Weaken Empire, send the Mule to your doorstep,

and then lay siege to him using Foundation ships.

I should have been able to deduce your gambit through the Radiant.

The Mule and I are outliers.

And the math seems to break whenever you factor us into the future.

Especially my future.

I told you, Mentalics have abilities.

I can project my consciousness forward.

Information cannot travel backwards on the timeline.

Even you can't help but think linearly when you talk about time

but that's not how the Spacers do it.

They talk about time as a shape.

The way that we think about space. Dimensional, capable of folding--

You're not a Spacer.

Well, the first time that I went through jump-space,

I was warned that I couldn't stay awake.

How are you awake?

My mind and body were somehow able to stay together, and what I saw?

I saw my lifetime as a line, and-and then as a plane

and then I wrapped that plane around me like a blanket,

and it was a shape that I could manipulate.

And I recognized I'd been pulling parts of my life toward myself.

Look, all I know is I see things before they happen.

At least what's most probable.

I've known about the Mule for 152 years.

He's hunting me, and he will not stop.

Four months from now, there will be a battle.

He will find me and try and pry the home of the Second Foundation from my mind.

- Show me. - I can't.

If you were human, I might be able to, but I--

There may be a way...

but I doubt you will enjoy it.

Last I heard, you were gladly accepting arms from Empire.