Foundation

You're trespassing on lands controlled by Sunmaster-18.

Look, I don't want any trouble.

I just got turned around.

He... He paid me. He... He wanted me to wear this.

I haven't done anything.

Brother Day has injected First Claviger Mavon with his nanites.

To obscure his escape.

He'll be vulnerable without them.

Do you want us to pursue?

- No. - If it's a matter of discretion--

What is it?

Dawn's on his way to Clarion station.

My Cleons are scattered.

I can bring them home. Find Day and--

I know exactly where Day has gone.

We will not see him again. And he will not trouble us.

Dawn I will deal with myself.

First few jumps are always strange.

You're not cold.

It just feels like it.

But...

Thank you.

It's gonna feel like you left a bit of yourself behind

and it's trying to catch up with you.

But it will eventually.

Ask.

You did something to the guardians chasing us back on Trantor.

They couldn't see us.

And I heard your voice...

here.

The Mule and I have a few talents in common.

Ask.

Can you use those talents to control a person?

Yes.

Did you compel me to work with you?

I tried not to.

But if I'm honest,

sometimes it's hard to tell.

Twenty minutes till we tether down at Clarion.

I'll prep for landing.

Gaal...

I need to take care of something first.

I need to tell you how sorry I am.

For what I've done and what I'm about to do.

The warden can witness, we were halfway through a very nice lunch

when we heard you were on approach in my ship.

You think you can breeze back in here, all is forgiven, my wayward son?

No, sir. I knew there'd be consequences.

I just judged it worthwhile.

I've made contact with the Mule.

Oh, yes, I heard.

From your own intelligent service.

They tell me you were seen fleeing his company on the same night

that Bayta and Toran Mallow very publicly made off with his employee.

Yes.

They happened to be the ones on the scene with access, and I tapped them.

You happened to tap the nephew of Trader leader Randu Mallow?

Yes.

Because he happened to be on Kalgan and happened to grab the man in question?

Without my authority.

And if, say Empire subsequently grab them, might they say,

"Oh, w... we were working for Foundation Intelligence, darling"?

They know to stay silent.

Oh, yes, they're famous for that.

Look, forget Empire. The Mule is more important than he seems.

We need to learn how to fight him.

And the Mallows may have inadvertently done something useful.

We can get information from his man, the entertainer.

A clown? Really? What information? How to juggle?

Captain Pritcher, you disobeyed orders.

Punish me later.

Let me track down the Mallows.

Oh, you won't be doing any more tracking.

Have 'em set up a holding cell for the ship-stealer.

And remember, he set the protocol. So I want guards watching guards.

- And search him like he's hiding grit. - You got it.

Upper bio sweep, clear.

Nothing in this end either.

Make sure he's miserable.

Don't try.

I know you think you're the person who can get out of anything,

but you're also the person who taught me.

And I promise, you wouldn't make it.

Sweetheart, how bad was that?

Sweetheart, how bad was that?

The damage from the Mule's men has dimpled our jumpdrives.

Affected systems: communication,

aviation, navigation, thermal, EDL, propulsion.

Okay, can we make it to New Terminus?

New Terminus is no longer a viable destination.

How many jumps are left in us?

I can't be precise.

- Three. - Well, that seems pretty precise.

Something within three jumps.

Could you stop playing?

Toran, be nice, he's frightened.

I'm sorry, Magnifico. I just...

I just figured out where we need to go

and it's somewhere I really don't wanna go.

Returning home is always a bumpy ride.

Especially if you're a fugitive.

Toran Mallow had turned his back on the Trader Alliance,

and never wanted to set foot on Haven again.

But now that he and Bayta

are firmly embroiled in this conflict, he knows their only way out

is to convince the Traders that their new friend

is more than just the Mule's clown.

He and his music are the key to solving the Third Crisis.

Bring us home, Sweetheart.

Haven control. Chaser 54 inbound. Bearing 634.

Inbound private unknown. Haven control.

Identify yourself.

High antenna malfunctioning. Transmission failed.

Switching to low gain.

Inbound unknown. Identify yourself immediately.

Stabilization system compromised.

Repeat. Identify yourself.

We are.

They can't hear us.

You have eyes on the bogey?

Spotted. Bogey engaged.

Transmit an SOS.

So clever. I'm on it.

Heavy ammo now. Can't do much.

Iceberg!

I see it!

Do I need to know what that is?

No, that's...

It's a zygote.

Sometimes I check and make sure it's still there.

Is it yours?

My daughter's.

I won't say the obvious thing--

When she and I met for the first time, we were almost the same age.

Where is she now?

So that's hers. It's just a seed.

It'll be a girl.

And it helps sometimes to imagine what she might live to see.

Here, we're almost ready.

Your money trail, I take it.

We can implicate anyone. Just need a name.

Vynod Tarisk.

He represents the sector closest to Kalgan.

He's a friend.

I'm sorry, but if he can sway a voting block.

And Brother Dawn appears.

Surprise.

Imperial blues are right there.

I call for an emergency session and propose an Enclosure of Kalgan.

The Imperial armada will surround the planet,

and starve out the Mule until he surrenders.

This tactic's been outlawed

since Cleon XVII botched the Enclosure of Terminus,

so I shouldn't have the votes to get it done.

But we blackmail Tarisk,

he wields his influence and the vote is mine.

You'll have to plant the information yourself.

Why me?

You're Empire, you've got bio scan access to the council residences.

I don't.

I'll be in your ear the whole way and I'll be with you at the vote.

We'll rendezvous back at the Beggar's afterwards.

And security won't flag you?

Officially, I've been dead for centuries.

Any camera that sees me won't find me in a database.

And any person who sees me will forget they ever did.

I need your head clear for this.

This is our only chance to stop the Mule.

If we fail, Foundation and Empire burn together.

I won't blink.

I'm a Cleon.

We aren't raised to be kind.

Clarion, this is Thespin Hauler Norast.

Requesting permission to dock.

Cleared to land on shipping dock F-72.

Be prepared for inspection. Have your manifest ready.

Let's go!

Dawn, we're clear .

Dawn, this is Zera. Zera, Dawn.

Second Foundation?

I won't be needing that.

You won't until you do.

Okay, you're gonna need to guide me

'cause normally I come in on my own shuttle.

Board at the north end of the station.

Passenger transport to council residences.

Zera, are you in?

I'm in.

Scanners going dark in three, two, one.

Good luck, Empire.

I'm here.

Overriding door lock.

When it's done, we'll figure out how best to approach Tarisk at session.

Empire.

Tarisk.

I missed your committee meeting.

Thought I'd try you at home.

I was not aware that you were on Clarion.

Is this an official visit ?

We're going to clear fleet use for an Enclosure of Kalgan.