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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, um...

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.

And I need your vote.

My wife and daughters were vacationing on Kalgan when it fell.

I've been working for days to get them home.

The last thing I'd do is make it harder for them to...

You were at my terminal.

May I ask why I will be voting to lock my family in a room

with a rabid animal?

Because you helped arrange the coup on Kalgan.

The Mule paid you to give him entrée to the system.

And you brokered his meeting with Archduke Bellarion.

It's all right there.

Confirmed by the central bank of Kalgan.

Now, I'm happy to share this with our colleagues,

or you back my play.

And this is all just a bad dream.

I always knew,

to be friends with Empire was to court this.

- It's not personal. - How can it be?

No one's a person to you. My daughters are eight and ten.

Tarisk, if the Mule hadn't chosen Kalgan I wouldn't be here.

So I ruin my career or put my family's lives at risk?

Perhaps there's a third option.

I could tell the council the truth, that I'm being blackmailed.

I think they'd believe me over a wanna-be-tyrant

who's not even on the middle throne.

You will do nothing.

You won't harm me.

You won't tell anyone.

You won't mention this to anyone for as long as you are breathing

because if you ever do, you will stop breathing.

She's no one.

I can have her off station in an hour.

- Dawn, what's happening? - She heard us.

Please.

Take care of this.

I'll see you at the vote.

Dawn.

This changes nothing. Nothing.

The Mule must be stopped.

Councilors, I have spoken to the Mule myself.

Every centimeter of rope we give him,

he will spool out into a noose for all of our necks.

Kalgan is close to a jump gate and a naval base.

He chose it as a beachhead from which he'll launch further attacks.

We need to engage the Imperial fleet for Enclosure.

Fearmongering.

Enclosures have been outlawed since Cleon XVII

lost his fleet over Terminus.

Look beyond the hubris of Cleon XVII

and you will find the original sin.

Cleon XII granting Hari Seldon and his Foundation a single planet

and then leaving it unchecked.

If we give the Mule Kalgan, we set ourselves on that exact same path.

But this time, you won't have a Cleon to blame for your blunders.

The blood will be on your hands.

Not mine. Not my brothers'. Yours.

Councilor Tarisk, Kalgan is in your sector.

This proposal all but guarantees a military response

from the Foundation for our unsanctioned aggression.

Your constituents, more than anyone, are in the crosshairs.

The Mule...

must be contained.

Councilor...

The risk of an Enclosure...

I apprehend the risk more than anyone in this chamber.

But...

Brother Dawn...

has convinced me.

Well...

duly noted.

We will proceed with the vote.

Show of signa.

The vote has been carried.

The Imperial Fleet will be deployed to Kalgan.

Captain, anyone alive in there?

Yep. I got eyes on 'em.

Uncle Randu.

Those castling bracelets belong to Hober Mallow himself.

My grandfather.

Really?

You mean, were they really his or was he really my grandfather?

Both are hard to say, I suppose.

Hober Mallow claimed a lot of inventions

and disclaimed a lot of bastards.

Well, it's all terribly impressive.

Just like the whole history of the Foundation.

No.

It's the whole history of the Traders.

The Traders are part of the Foundation. No?

On the map, yes.

But not in here.

Foundation is just a bunch of Seldon fuckers

who've gotten rich on our backs.

Full disclosure, you are now associating

with a guerrilla war against the Foundation.

Well, how terribly rakish.

Quite frankly, Uncle Randu,

we're in some dangerous trouble ourselves these days.

Yeah? A very loud trouble.

And because you're kin, people will say you did it on my say-so.

But we didn't. It was Pritcher's.

The whole galaxy saw you get caught up in this coup

while you're doing this honeymoon, wedding, marriage business.

Is it the coup that bothers you or the marriage?

I gotta say, the kidnapping is primary.

First I heard of the marriage.

It's an old custom. We thought we'd revive it.

'Cause there weren't already enough rules for you to follow?

Yeah, well, I don't value myself

by how many authority figures I can piss off.

He didn't always hate it here.

He used to be one of us.

Harvested ice blocks with me, if you can picture it.

We drop 'em hot-side to work some moisture up.

Oh, are we talking through you now?

Well, then you should probably know

that he's the one that sent me off to fancy school.

Because he was supposed to learn to make money,

not turn his back on the place that made him.

The one criticism from our wedding

was that there wasn't enough family drama.

This is what we were missing.

Bunch of attention-grabbing nonsense.

And then to top it off, you come crash-landing at my doorstep

with a piping hot moral debt to the Foundation's newest enemy.

Who are you to be talking about morals?

We're fighting, boy.

Traders fight to feed their families and keep their traditions.

What traditions? Swindling and lies?

Innovation and independence.

You're a Mallow, lad. Wear it proud.

So you do like loud trouble then, just when it's on your terms.

Uncle Randu, why don't you help us bring Magnifico to New Terminus?

Then your doorstep will once again be undarkened.

I'm assuming Magnifico is this weedy clown out there

on the stonewalk farting out tunes that hurt my eyes.

He's not a clown.

Well, word is that the space pirate wants him back.

Oh, that's too bad. I... I've grown attached to him.

Well, you'd be trading up.

Know what? I'll be outside.

Hey, that's strong stuff, kid.

I'm stronger.

If you throw me over the edge, do the sun side.

No one's gonna hurt you, Maggie.

Any fault for this is ours, not yours.

Face is too cold.

This place is very narrow, huh?

Perfect for all the narrow people who live here.

There was a shuttle accident when I was ten.

Parents died and I was sent here to live with Randu.

He and his son were in the crash too.

Randu lived, son didn't.

You know, I used to think he didn't have his arm replaced

to remind me that I wasn't the son he was supposed to have.

Wow. That would be a bold move.

Living without an arm just to spite you.

Wow.

After that, I decided I was going to leave the narrow behind

and live as broadly as I could.

Well, I understand why you left.

Freedom!

Wow.

Bayta is charming your uncle.

Oh, yeah?

I'll play a little.

Maybe it will help her.

Damn, this hand. Ah.

Damn the one that's missing. Not the one you have.

Here. Give it to me.

Didn't think a rich girl could work a resealer.

I wasn't always rich.

I'm from one of the Foundation's jump past planets.

I'm what's known as a climber.

So, is my nephew the top of your climb or just a bottom rung?

You know, I wasn't sure about that very same thing.

And then one day, I...

I looked at him and I realized that h-he had become my treasure.

So I held on, stopped climbing.

And now we'll rise or fall together.

With your scatters.

Sure, we pose, we scamp.

We make people laugh.

We move product, so I guess we're kind of like Traders, too.

People just watched you eat?

Well, we were naked.

And we make people laugh, you see?

It's like holding out a ladder for climbers behind me.

That's what I was trying to do when I took Magnifico.

Help a down puppy jump up.

But you were dancing to Pritcher's tune when you did it.

My nephew, rolling in shit with a bunch of Foundation mucky-mucks.

We're in the driver's seat now

and I think I might have a way to spin shit into gold.

Do you hear the music Magnifico is making?

It affects your emotions. Right?

If you poke the right bits of your brain

you can cause disgust or dread or guilt or joy.

Did you see the holos of the Mule's attacks?

People were throwing down their weapons.

Pledging their loyalty to him.

I think Magnifico's music helps that.

So you have something that Foundation could use?

Even better.

Something they don't know they need.

There's a scarcity and I'm the only supplier.

Damn, girl. You are a Trader.

What do you want from them?

People don't fight wars for nothing.

The Traders want to secede.

Indbur won't even hold negotiations.

If you want Indbur to come to the table, you need a seat at one first.

Magnifico might get you one.

Come with us to New Terminus.

And it gives you a chance to spend some time with Toran.

Get to know him a little better.

He's a pretty good guy.

Ah.

I don't know about all this marriage stuff,

but, uh... ...you picked a good husband.

Wife.

It doesn't matter.

So this, uh, ridiculous ship of yours.

When it's all fixed up, how many people can it carry?

I mean if we take out the bar cart there might be room for one more.

We'll find room for both.

Imperial armada approaching Kalgan.

Third fleet of Armada coming into position.

Enclosure is at 60%.

You have overstepped, Empire.

Fourth fleet approaching Kalgan.

Kalgan was an independent buffer state.

The moment it was taken it should have triggered naval action

from Empire and the Foundation.

To stand idle was cowardice.

I am a great many things, Presider,

but I am not a coward.

Enclosure is at 80%.

Fourth fleet is in position.

Darling, what's happening? There are ships everywhere.

It's all right, Cyan, just...

just tell Tam and Doti everything's going to be fine.

Fifth fleet in position.

Enclosure at 100%.

Your ships have come for me.

But where am I?

Am I on Kalgan?

Cowering, stunned-faced as your ships twinkle overhead.

You thought you could enclose me.

But I'm not in your hands.

Instead, you are in my hands.

We left Kalgan right before your fleet

jumped through the Gold Horse Gate.

It is my gate now.

But I left you a welcome gift.

A cobalt spike.

Cobalt.

Blue death.

Bad for gates, bad for Kalgan, bad for you.

Great for me.

All that harnessed energy.

Building and building and building until it bursts.

I regret I could not stay to see the lights.

I only chose Kalgan because it was close to a jump gate.

It was nothing to me.

And now, it's nothing to anyone.

Kalgan is gone.

Your ships are gone.

It was Empire who caused this suffering.

Remember that.

Station lockdown in effect.

Jump gates offline.

Proceed to safe zones at once.

Get Empire to a secure location, now.

Copy. On the move.

Dawn. We need to get you out of here.

If there are questions, they'll audit you and we'll be caught.

He knew. Somehow he knew about the Enclosure.

Dawn, we need to get you somewhere safe.

Zera will guide you.

Zera, plan B.

Empire spotted entering West Gate.

He could be compromised. Proceed with extreme caution.

We got visual. In pursuit.

Empire, stop!

Sleep.

Plan B.

I'm lost. Where am I?

You're stuck on the other side of the station.

There's a maintenance air lock 300 meters from your position, 17B.

Keep climbing.

There'll be an emergency EVA suit.

Put it on and then make your way to the outer shell of the cylinder.

You're almost there, Brother Dawn.

When you're ready, stay there. I'll bring the Beggar's to you.

Apologies, Empire.

You've received a tight-beam from Brother Dawn.

I need to tell you how sorry I am.

I'm trying to do something worthwhile.

Something consequential.

But as a result, I can't be there for your ascension.

Gaal, did you know what the Mule would do?

He said he chose Kalgan for its jump gate.

Did you know?

Not for sure.

So you did.

You knew that he'd be laying a trap.

We can do this when you're safe.

No, we're going to do this right now!

I am not coming to the ship, if I can't trust you.

I suspected he might have taken the jump gate.

I needed the Enclosure to fail.

I'm sorry, Dawn. I lied to you.

Empire needs to get smaller and die out.

That was always in our projections.

Demerzel has used it to intervene.

Empire's a little stronger than it should be,

Foundation, a little weaker.

To beat the Mule,

I had to make the galaxy fit Seldon's initial conditions.

Foundation had to be the largest galactic power.

Why?

They have whisper-ships and... and breadbasket planets,

all the resources we want to keep from the Mule.

Why does Empire need to suffer for you to do that?

I need a large target.

Empire was never going to defeat the Mule

and now that you've lost your armada

the council will seize full power over the Imperium

and the Cleonic age will end.

They will make overtures to the Mule,

try to appease him, but there is no appeasing him.

He will take Empire.

When he has Trantor, Foundation can lay siege to him,

they can grab every contested planet in the middle band,

control the resources, starve him, kill him.

That's the Enclosure I need to succeed, not this one.

I...

I'm sorry, Dawn. I used you and I'm sorry.

But you can only hate me if you live.

Dawn?

Dawn?

Dawn! Fuck!

You were wondering if you were gonna be one of the Dusks

that would run when it's their time. Who's afraid to die.

I don't think you will be.

Air lock breached.

You killed them.

My wife.

My girls.

Tarisk.

We're in an air lock. The inner door is still open.

Put the gun down.

You made me kill them.

Be brave.

Be at peace, Brother Dusk.

And I pray I see you again

wherever we tyrants spend eternity.

Air lock breached. Unauthorized entry.

What? Who?

Dawn?

Dawn.

Gaal Dornick.

It has been more than 300 years.

You are looking well.