Foundation

You... You were supposed to be the one.

You were supposed to be the one in the pod, not her.

Why did you put her in the pod? Why did you put her in the pod?

Idolatry will feed his sickness.

Idolatry will feed his sickness. Second Foundation…

She's not gonna talk to you, is she?

You would believe her. She solved the last puzzle.

She solved the last puzzle.

Gods made wine to compensate those who cannot afford revenge.

The gods made knives to satisfy those who can't digest your grandest plan.

I have a plan.

You wouldn't have changed your precious Plan, Hari, don't lie.

If you told me, you-you'd never have changed your Plan.

Yes, but the Radiant can't predict,

can't account for the... the actions of individuals.

It's not my fault. It's not my fault.

You know nothing.

You wanna be in control? You know nothing!

You're nothing but a petulant child.

If you shared your great Plan with people,

maybe they could help you.

You saw what happened to me on the Raven .

- - There's an old saying.

Any man can be a success, but it takes a madman to be great.

Something's happening.

Something's happening.

My name is Salvor Hardin.

I'm your daughter.

I don't have a daughter.

Are you Gaal Dornick?

Then I've got an update

about a certain embryo you may or may not… …remember donating.

Oh, gods.

Time? I-I... I was in cryosleep, I...

Yeah, me too.

Guess we both slept our way into the future.

How old are you? Biologically?

- Older than you, I'd wager. -

Salvor Hardin.

- Mari Hardin. - Carried me.

Raised me.

But I was always yours. I think.

I sort of know things.

Like, I knew to come here to find you.

Did you come here to find me? Maybe you heard a voice calling you, or...

No.

I'm sorry. Let's start over.

Okay.

What do I call you? 'Cause, um, "Mom" feels a little loaded.

How about just "Gaal"? For now.

Okay. Then tell me about you, Gaal.

How you got those scars in your cheeks.

Tell me about my father, Raych.

How those rings above us got there.

Tell me everything.

As waters rise, territories shrink.

That's what happened on Synnax, and that's what happened with Empire.

Day by day, decade by decade,

the First Foundation nibbled away planets from edges of Empire.

And Empire steadily contracted.

- -

Harder, Empire!

- Please. - No. Just be you. Your voice.

Yes, Empire.

Not Empire.

Cleon. Cleon.

- Yeah. -

I'm close. Yeah.

I'm with you.

Open your eyes, Cleon. Look at me.

- -

If you think you can breach my aura...

- -

Cleon.

Demerzel.

- -

Empire has received a blaster shot to his left deltoid

and penetrating thoracic trauma.

A nanotoxin was delivered via molecular blade.

We have 12 seconds before edema leads to brain stem death. Give it to me.

Empire will recover. Stabilize him.

If he asks, tell him I needed mending.

It's you again.

Hari?

3D object. 2D shadow. Smart boy.

Smart?

I paid for that book.

Three-dimensional shadow. Four-dimensional object.

Four-dimensional space.

Yanna?

My love.

But you're dead.

So are you.

I've missed you.

Yanna, the galaxy, it's... it's breaking.

Something's breaking the future.

Maybe I... I need to fix it.

I need your help.

Oh, my soul, I wish you weren't just a dream.

I'd find some moonlight to irritate you.

You have doubts.

I am real.

Prove it.

You'd let me make the case for myself.

Premise one, that implies statement two.

Step-by-step.

One, two, three.

QED.

You're not Yanna. I know my life-mate.

Who are you really?

The way you're speaking, I...

You like work.

Work it out.

Free your mind.

- -

Salvor!

Salvor.

What were you doing in there? I thought you drowned.

I thought you drowned.

- I wake up early. -

I have this instinct to walk the perimeter wherever I am.

So I took your boat… …did some bow fishing.

Fish here practically volunteer.

I'm sorry.

I panicked.

I have dreams sometimes.

About things that will happen.

You dreamt the future?

I think I can feel the future.

That's funny 'cause I have dreams about the past.

Your past.

I guess we have that in common.

Both sleep like shit.

It's not really the same thing.

Right.

Nothing in common then.

Except for that, I guess.

Why haven't you activated it yet?

I don't have the right tools.

Remember those instincts I told you about?

- They tell me when someone's lying. - I'm not lying.

My coin says you are.

It had been 173 years

since the Foundation had been exiled to Terminus.

And just like Synnax, the dark waters were now rising everywhere.

The Foundation had flourished,

but a flourishing Foundation posed a threat.

How long would it be before Empire thrashed like a drowning man?

Not long at all, as it turned out.

Warden. That siren, I've never heard it before.

No one has in 138 years.

It's the Vault.

Warden, is this what I think it is?

Null field's definitely subsiding, Director.

Another few seconds, and it'll be safe to approach.

Seldon said he would return, but I never imagined I'd live to see him.

And you still may not. Have a walk with me.

Been 20 minutes. No doorway.

- No Seldon. Not yet. - Not yet?

I think the prophet's giving us time to get ready.

- For what? - War. With Empire.

We're still in the building phase.

I've been saying if this is gonna be a hot war...

Seldon said it was inevitable.

We always knew we were living on borrowed time.

Warden.

Brigadier, the military always feels there's more preparation to be done.

But I venture we're ready for whatever news Seldon will bring.

I just wish he'd bring it already.

Hari Seldon was always a little adrift, if you ask me.

He was aware of the rising seas from an early age.

Before he knew which questions were too crazy to ask.

And when his thoughts led him to strange new conclusions,

he didn't reject them.

Who are you? Why approach me as Yanna?

It's too long you've been kept all alone. And you needed a face you could trust.

Establishing trust, that's an interrogator's technique,

not a life-mate's.

And the way you're speaking, that cadence.

"I was lonely…" And then something

- about "the rhythm of the words…" - Rhythm of the words.

What was that? That's a quote, but from whom?

Gaal Dornick, my tormentor.