Foundation

The Bartons don't like seeing the baby.

You can sense the sadness on them.

- They'd take him if they could. - No.

They'd not deprive us of him.

They're good folk.

Can we get some sugar? Glaze some?

You mean candy them, don't you?

You eat them too fast that way.

I don't. I have one from weeks ago. I've been saving it.

- It can't be them. - It is. It's the pullers.

I thought we had another week to take what we can get by hand.

We can glean after.

Yes. Now watch that dust. Close those eyes.

Come on, there's assessors in those ships. Let's beat them home.

- I heard the pullers. - The assessors are right behind us.

You said you had candied Blydok.

I don't know. I forgot.

Hey!

You think I don't know where you hide things.

But you said I should save it.

That's mine!

We got 13 units last year and with that we...

we barely made it.

A new refinement of the mass actually shows that you're slightly over-allocated.

There's been pirates in the area, it's got everyone jumpy.

People are not sharing like they used to.

Pirates haven't struck at you personally, have they?

We've got a growing child.

I can see.

Here you go.

A little treat from the Foundation.

You'll be fine.

We add 15% to the average calorific intake, which is generous.

You'll get an automated receipt and we'll be back.

- We never got the last receipt. - Last year's receipt was late.

That's the Bartons' baby from next door.

Look what the wall spat out.

My wife told you, that's the Bartons' child.

They live next door and they wanted us to watch him.

We hid him because we didn't want you to mistakenly think

we were breaking any of the rules.

We are aware of the one-child policy.

It's no matter.

The Foundation trusts in the mass deleter solution.

You have two children and you've been allotted enough for one child.

So, in 30 days' time, when we return...

you'll have one child.

Twelve units, the receipt's on its way.

We'll see you next month.

All personnel to report immediately to evacuation sites.

Secure from general quarters.

Sephone.

Talk to me. Please.

Just tell me the state of play.

Some of our wing commanders aren't responding.

They've been giving orders to fire on our own ships.

It's the Mule. He found a way to get to them and convert them.

- How? When? - You have to let me out of here, Seph.

I'm sorry, Pritch. I can't.

- Indbur's orders. - Seph.

Seph!

Secure from general quarters.

Secure from general quarters.

Hey, kid. You gotta wake up, all right?

Be advised, friendlies ahead. Friendlies ahead.

Friendly fire! Repeat, friendly fire!

- We're going down! - What are our orders, sir?

We're being attacked by our own ships. I've been hit!

Emergency evacuation. This is not a drill.

Please remain calm. Do not panic.

I repeat, emergency evacuation.

This is not a drill.

Please remain calm. Do not panic.

Hundreds of ships lost over Kalgan. Countless more sailors.

It was Brother Dawn himself who pushed for the Enclosure.

We cannot dwell on Kalgan. We need to move quickly.

The last transmissions from the Outer Reach all spoke of invasion.

If the Mule takes the Foundation, he'll have access to whisper ships.

He'll be able to attack us at will.

And with our fleet compromised it'll be difficult to mount a defense.

The last transmissions from the Outer Reach all spoke of invasion.

Empire. Where is Lady Demerzel?

Send probes to New Terminus. I wanna know what happened there.

Tap the siege reserves.

Recall what ships we have.

Engage every vessel.

And there are animals loose.

Someone should see to it.

Empire, where are you...

going?

Be advised, friendlies ahead. Friendlies ahead!

Friendly fire! Repeat, friendly fire!

What are our orders, sir?

We're being attacked by our own ships.

I've been hit!

Ambassador.

You can't be here. This is the Foundation's chancery.

Is there still a Foundation to prosecute me?

We had reports from the systems. There's no transmissions.

Has the Mule taken New Terminus?

Is that why you came here, to get information?

No.

No, I came here for my friend.

I came for you.

Felice, come to the palace.

The Foundation cannot guarantee your safety any longer.

I can.

The Foundation welcomes you.

Welcomes?

Lower your weapon, Shrike.

Same goes for the rest of you.

I don't understand.

You don't need to understand.

You just need to follow orders.

We're surrendering.

The fuck we are.

He's got to you. He's inside your head.

Some...

It's over.

Anyone else wanna press the issue?

You will learn to love me just as your warden and mayor have.

You will bow when you see me

and you will call me First Citizen.

First Citizen of what?

Whatever this turns out to be.

Indbur, have your legislators pitch me some names for my new regime.

No taste for blood, Mayor?

You are a soft man, and now you're sticky too.

You should learn to like it.

Skirlet, will you do the honors?

Yay.

Now, stand. Stand.

Now, when we arranged this meeting, you claimed to have a gift for me.

- What is it? - A man.

My captain of information.

Han Pritcher.

Some things are preordained.

I'm sorry, Song.

I didn't know you had someone.

Well, you've learned it the hard way.

And I'd like to know why.

I told you why. The memory doc can prove it.

It has all the memories from your time with me in the palace--

He claimed to have a robot in the palace.

Its name is Demerzel.

You've met it.

This belongs to it.

Those markings mean Earth.

That's not proof.

Sharp though.

There will be more questions.

It's not supposed to be like this.

I'm not supposed to be reminded or know what I did or said.

There's not supposed to be a fucking Emperor in our living room.

Songbird, you are not putting that on.

We have no idea what it is and you shouldn't have to remember.

I have to tell Sunmaster-18 about this.

Do you believe him, about the robot?

Do you?

If there is a synthetic life on Trantor,

it could be the most important thing to happen to us in 5,000 years.

There's only one way to know for sure.

What is this?

Spores.

Stronger than the ones in your drugshells.

They are sacred to us.

We use them to meet ourselves.

Some people think hallucination is what gave us consciousness in the first place.

I'm not sure who decides these things, I just know.

Spores make you honest.

If you want us to believe you, this is how.

Shit.

They just stopped.

The Mule's ships arrived over the planet

and our entire orbital defense just sat there...

like betreasoned inerts.

And the gunners on the capital ships were begging for orders,

but the brigadiers, the commanders, they all kept saying the same thing,

"Secure from general quarters," over and over again.

Every commander.

They wouldn't fight back.

So squadrons broke rank and then, finally, the capital ships opened fire.

But they were shooting down our own fighters.

Those were the last transmissions before the whole sector went dark.

Eat, please.

It feels wrong eating your food while...

Dusk, what do I do?

You stay here.

You wrap my flag around your pretty shoulders and no one will dare touch you.

Where are your brothers?

Day's fled the palace.

And Dawn...

I think something has happened to him.

Oh, Dusk, why didn't you tell me?

We've been sitting here talking about me.

Are you certain?

I'm not certain of anything anymore.

It's all gone mad, hasn't it?

And, as if to illustrate,

Day's pet... Cap... something...