Foundation

Half on him, half on her. Go.

We made you as soon as you jumped in.

I wanted you to.

Hello, Warden.

Sleep.

Welcome back.

You have no idea what you...

This belonged to my daughter.

Salvor Hardin.

Kind of famous.

You're probably familiar. She had your job a long time ago.

Crowns.

She used it in interrogations.

Helped her sort who was lying.

But if the Mule's in your head,

you don't even know what's true anymore, do you?

So can you even lie?

Cats.

I'm protecting New Terminus. It's what I've always done.

He's not what you think.

Does it hurt? What he's done to you?

I've never known such love.

Well.

That settles it then.

- Where is he? - No.

How many people has he converted on New Terminus?

Enough.

Captain Pritcher. Is he converted?

I don't know.

Live in suspense.

Just fuck me up.

I know you're dying to.

There's no need.

Fallon Greer.

Born during the harvest.

Good soldier.

You're afraid of bridges.

What are you doing?

Learning you.

Where is the Mule? What's his next step?

I won't tell you.

That's all right.

I can't tell you.

It hurts.

It does hurt.

What's wrong?

It hurts.

I've never known such love.

I've never known such love.

I've never known such love.

I've never known such...

I've never known such love.

We're not alone.

You shouldn't unvoice here.

Gaal.

No.

We need to be sure you're not turned.

You're right.

You have to know.

All of you need to come with me, right now.

You always hoped you had a solid Core, didn't you?

Bet you didn't think it would be a bare femur.

It's a big space station,

and you want to spend all your time with me.

Didn't you say Gaal Dornick was here?

Shouldn't you go deal with her?

I imagine she'll find me.

By the way, while you were floating around like...

space garbage...

your Galactic Council sent word to speak to me.

Maybe they're trying to rescue you.

No.

I'm kidding.

They're giving me Trantor.

I thought you'd like to see what you're about to lose.

Other than those legs of yours.

She is not here yet? Lady Demerzel?

What's wrong?

I don't know. I just saw her earlier, and I feel like something is--

I am here.

You can begin.

A decision has been made.

Even the last of the Foundation is here to witness it.

But our Cleon is absent.

Where is Empire?

I am Empire.

The Mule wouldn't be happy to unwrap our gift

to find an adviser inside.

We give no gift to the Mule.

Handing over Trantor is the right thing. We all agree.

I don't.

This isn't how you handle Empire.

You can't back them into a corner like this.

You are an outsider.

Here as a courtesy, a representative of a fallen world--

I know Empire.

You do not force their hand.

Thank you, Ambassador, your objection is noted.

Now, come on. Where is the old man?

Better old than a treasonous, fish-bellied shit.

Demerzel, please fetch our guest.

Open communication.

So, Mule.

These two shifty politicians and this religious lass

are about to make you a treasonous offer.

Trantor and one throneful of Emperor near his sell-by date,

in exchange for the assurance there will be no more violence.

Interesting.

Tell me more.

He's interested.

Look what you've accomplished, Presider.

What are you up to, Empire?

Oh, just nailing down who's responsible for what follows.

Yes.

I will accept Trantor and, I suppose, you, at any time.

Free gift with purchase.

What? Oh. I'm sorry, I just checked.

That offer expired.

Trantor is staying where it belongs.

With me.

I can take Trantor as swiftly as I took Kalgan and the Foundation.

Can you?

In my last hours, I will not bow to a usurper

named after a farm animal.

This is my Novacula.

It's a bomb.

Powered by a black hole.

Dusk, don't.

We knew nothing of this.

I was saving it as a gift for Brother Dawn,

but now, it's a present for the three of you instead.

Presider Kinn...

the Galactic Council can go first.

Protocol, people. Protocol, please, in the chamber.

Until we have a response from Trantor, we must remain calm.

Cloud Dominion.

All those adorable little mini planets.

You're next.

No.

No.

No.

Genocide.

And you do nothing.

You too, Zephyr.

I always thought calling a planet the Maiden

was just asking for it to be deflowered.

Mule, take the warning.

Don't fuck with Empire.

Your homes are gone.

Empire is merciful.

I offer you refuge, here on Trantor.

I believe you will find it very comfortable.

And this is just to notify you.

I've never seen my brother like that before.

I wouldn't be surprised if he aimed that bomb here next.

No.

Your brother has a big stick.

But not a long one.

If he could have aimed it here, he would have.

If they're still fighting, then he hasn't converted everyone yet.

They got to everyone powerful first.

Seems like he needs to be close to take someone.

Whatever he's doing to them,

it's somewhere inside their minds I haven't been able to reach.

It was like trying to pull a bullet out of someone.

I thought I'd pulled too hard, opened a vein, but... it wasn't me.

It was the Warden doing it to herself.

It was as if her brain didn't want to go back to the way it was. It was...

Love.

It's how he does it.

Everyone who's converted says it's love.

This way.

How many dead?

With the ships that went down, I'd guess a quarter million.

Not as clean as when he took Kalgan.

We've managed to cobble together a few safe houses like this,

to duck the patrols.

Uh-uh.

- Put it down. - Are they clean?

Yes.

Drop the gun.

Leyda and Zera.

And this is Gaal Dornick.

The Gaal Dornick?

You say it like she's some kind of celebrity.

She is. A real one, unlike some.

She helped Seldon start the Foundation.

History tells us that you were one of the conspirators who killed Seldon.

And this makes us feel better?

Those of us who make a study of it know the truth.

You didn't, did you?

I'm gonna need a little trust here.

A lot of trust.

Who wants to go first?

Be quick. The Mule might still be able to sense us.

Short bursts. I know what to look for now.

He's not in Dr. Mis at least.

Toran.

Professional curiosity. What do you see when you go in there?

I look into your subconscious.