All language subtitles for Foundation 2021 S03E06 720p x264-FENiX[EZTVx.to].srt - eng(2)

No!

A nightmare?

A vision.

For years... I have felt I was
wearing someone else's dreams.

Night after night,
the same face haunting me.

A girl's fa... a woman's face.

I had started to believe
I would never meet her.

But that man on Kalgan...

The one in the club.

Pritcher.

I touched his mind. He was like me.

It took some time to untangle,

but now I realize he gave me a great gift.

A name to go with the face
that troubles my sleep.

Gaal Dornick.

She's visited me in a thousand dreams,
and now she's here...

in our time, at my throat.

I have to find Gaal Dornick
before she finds me.

I have to destroy her...

even if I have to
burn everything to do it.

Get the others. Prepare the Blacktongue.

When?

Now. Right now.

Gaal Dornick. It has been more
than 300 years. You are looking well.

How...

I followed Brother Dawn to Clarion.
He was in communication with you.

Is he... Where is he?

Maintenance air lock 17-B suffered
an explosive decompression.

Twelve seconds later, Dawn's nanites
stopped transmitting his vitals.

He died for you, or because of you,
and you're going to tell me why.

Don't pretend to grieve
while you have his replacement in a tank.

I raised him! I watched his first steps!

I protected him.

He was afraid of you.

Are you?

I assumed Dr. Seldon informed you
I was a robot. I see I was mistaken.

You will tell me everything, Miss Dornick.

How Dawn came to be your instrument,
why you set him on this task,

and why I shouldn't
end your life this instant.

Don't be frightened, puppy.

Will the Foundation take me away from you?

No. No.

You and I... we're good at
making people love us.

Approaching New Terminus.

Ready?

I don't know. I like being famous,
but this feels more like being important.

Oh, Torie.
Famous and important are the same thing.

That was in our wedding vows, remember?

Foundation Station,
this is Toran Mallow of the Chaser,

requesting permission to dock.

I have a member
of the Trader Alliance on board.

Chaser, this is Warden Fallon Greer.

Do not approach unless authorized.

Repeat, do not approach.
Comply or you will be met with force.

Why does this keep happening to us?

Listen, shooting us down would be
about the dumbest move possible,

which is how I just know Indbur's sitting
right there making the calls.

Threats detected.

Chaser weapons inadequate for defense.

Warden Greer, we're here
at the behest of Captain Pritcher.

Keep going.

He can confirm our status.

Pritcher?

Yes.

Captain Pritcher. Captain Han Pritcher.

Docking permitted. Come on through.

- Visitors?
- No. They're staying.

Hi, Randu.

More of a two-armed weapon, chairs.

You brought this all down on me.
That why you picked him?

All I asked your nephew to do was
look pretty and get me in a door.

We both think Indbur's
out of his depth. Truce?

I only need the one hand for that.

No more hitting each other.

They'll never take us seriously.

Didn't see nothing.

You two, what exactly did you think
would happen?

Captain, you came
to Randu Mallow's nephew.

I had every reason to believe
that whatever you were onto

might have repercussion for the Traders.

You dragged us in, you know.

You don't get to treat us
like we're children.

You're the one who got the dizzies
on your mission and ran away, remember?

That's why you're locked
in here being rude to us

when all we did was what you couldn't.
And do you know what?

If someone would actually just listen
to us, we could be of some real help.

If I could, I would play and show you,

but... they took it away.

The instrument.

It's on New Terminus?

- Be nice.
- I am nice.

Magnifico.

That's a good name.

An artist's name.

The Mule likes it when you play, hmm?

So do the people in the club?

You make it easier for him, don't you?

I provide the Mule's dark fanfare.

Giving tumble to his wonders.

Would you work
against the Mule, Magnifico?

I only play to eat
and live another hollow day.

I would gladly play for another purpose.

Yeah.

Magnifico Giganticus,

today it is sincere.

You'll come with me now, so I can assess
the advantages you might offer us.

No.

Not without her.

Not without my lady, her pet,
and leader Uncle Randu.

Well, if it greases the wheels,
I'll deal with you all at once.

It exploded, destroying
hundreds of Imperial Trireme-3 cruisers

during the advance.

Most of the fleet were reported to be in
Kalgan space before comms buoys went dark.

They're saying some of the Imperial fleet
fell in a trap or something.

Over Kalgan, I think.

Bad business.

Worse than you know.

What's this?

Sweets from the micro-farms.

Every one of them taste different.

Trouble is sometimes you get one
that taste better than anything,

and you can't have it again.

I'll take a box.

Hello.

Can I help you?

Do we know each other?

Yes.

Yes, we do.

Hari knew you were a robot.

How long did he know?

From the moment we met, he knew.

I do not know how.

The whole time...

The Imperium is 12,000 years old, Doctor.

Are we really to believe
that it could be gone in just 500?

A rotten tree trunk appears strong
until the storm breaks it in two.

The whole time I thought he was
playing to the Cleons, but...

but he was making the Foundation's case
directly to you.

He had already made his case.

Dr. Seldon correctly argued
that the formation of the Foundation

and the preservation of Empire
were not mutually exclusive goals.

At least not in the short term.

My memories were used
to complete his dataset.

To finish the model, he needed more data.

I provided it.

You made psychohistory with him?

Then you agreed with his plan once.
Do you still?

Demerzel, I am his plan.

That's what Dawn was serving
when he agreed to help me.

Any competent engineer
builds in redundancy.

The Cleons have backups.
Why wouldn't the Foundation?

Another Foundation?

I have studied the Prime Radiant
for a century and a half.

For sometime now, I'd become aware of

certain unknown predictive variables
impinging upon the math.

Shadows whose existence I came
to infer but could not precisely quantify.

You're saying the shadows are you?

The makeup of
the Second Foundation is different.

We're not blind like the First Foundation.

We have access to the math like you,
but we also have certain aptitudes.

Telepathy, extrasensory perception.

Is the Mule one of you?

No. No, he's... he's like us,
but he's malignant.

And his abilities are far
beyond anything we can do.

He can convert people,
rewrite their behavior--

And the Enclosure around Kalgan?

I needed it to fail.

Weaken Empire, send the Mule
to your doorstep,

and then lay siege to him
using Foundation ships.

I should have been able to deduce
your gambit through the Radiant.

The Mule and I are outliers.

And the math seems to break
whenever you factor us into the future.

Especially my future.

I told you, Mentalics have abilities.

I can project my consciousness forward.

Information cannot travel backwards
on the timeline.

Even you can't help but think linearly
when you talk about time

but that's not how the Spacers do it.

They talk about time as a shape.

The way that we think about space.
Dimensional, capable of folding--

You're not a Spacer.

Well, the first time that I went
through jump-space,

I was warned that I couldn't stay awake.

How are you awake?

My mind and body were somehow able
to stay together, and what I saw?

I saw my lifetime as a line,
and-and then as a plane

and then I wrapped that plane
around me like a blanket,

and it was a shape
that I could manipulate.

And I recognized I'd been pulling parts
of my life toward myself.

Look, all I know is I see things
before they happen.

At least what's most probable.

I've known about the Mule for 152 years.

He's hunting me, and he will not stop.

Four months from now,
there will be a battle.

He will find me and try and pry the home
of the Second Foundation from my mind.

- Show me.
- I can't.

If you were human,
I might be able to, but I--

There may be a way...

but I doubt you will enjoy it.

Last I heard, you were
gladly accepting arms from Empire.

I see you're now
accepting fugitives as well.

We take what we're given
and make do. That's how it's always been.

Yes. Sedition is passed down
like a birth defect in your family tree.

That's because you Indburs never give us
the recognition we deserve.

Well, we're done waiting for a seat at
the table. We brought our own this time.

Let's say I half-believe you.

I believe at any rate
that Magnifico has value

to a space pirate who's got some people,
not me, all lathered up.

Under the circumstances, I'm inclined
to send you right back to your master--

He's not a dog.

And he's not yours to bargain with.

We brought him here in good faith
on the condition

that you would open talks with Haven.

He claims you have no owner,
then acts like you belong to him.

- Is this a man you can trust?
- You think the situation is tender now,

see what it looks like if I go back
to the Trader Alliance empty-handed.

Watch your tone, Trader.
You are under my jurisdiction.

- You think our situation--
- He's coming here.

The Mule, Mayor Indbur.

He's coming for Foundation and Empire.

Told me himself.

I've looked into the Mule's eyes,

and there is nothing in him
but cruelty and want.

He will come for us.

All of us.

Now, my uncle hates you, sir.

Desperately.

But he is still here, and all he asks
is some consideration for our people.

The Vault is opening up today.

Look who's in this room.

Seldon is going to appear,
and when he does,

he might end up talking about the choices
you make right here in this moment.

Just listen to Magnifico play.

That'll do for a start.

All right.

The leadership of the Foundation
will listen some.

My brigadiers, my commanders,
everyone who matters.

Don't make me look like a fool.

In one of my previous capacities,

I was required
to interrogate various human subjects.

I can extrude filaments from my body

and access your brain directly
via your sinuses

and otoacoustic nerves.

Sounds unpleasant.

It is.

Give it to him.

There's an old Foundation saying.

"Seldon helps those who help themselves."

As Magnifico played his way
into the leaderships' hearts,

the moons reached orbital resonance
and the eclipse began.

For the first time, the competing factions
within the Foundation

were unified by the gravity of the moment.

They finally understood
deep in their bones

how the Mule's powers can be amplified
with the visi-sonor in his possession.

But without it, he is vulnerable.

And if the Foundation and the Traders
can put their differences aside,

they can solve this new crisis together.

It strips you down.

That's the way it works.

It disarms you.

It's how he took Kalgan so easily.

But as long as we have it and he doesn't,
we can defend ourselves.

United by their new sense of purpose,

the entire Foundation watched
as the eclipse reached totality.

And just as Seldon had promised,
the Vault began to open.

Captured moon in retrograde
and opposite moon have met.

Time to ring the dinner bell, Indbur.

You know, I'd kinda like
to meet this Seldon fella

everyone's always banging on about.

Anyone else?

These are for you.

That's very gracious, Empire.

So...

It's nice.

It's...

It's very relaxing, and...

And there's a window, so...

that's good.

Thank you.

Empire, if I'm permitted to ask...

is this part of the arrangement?

Or what I mean is,
do you always follow up after?

Am I in trouble?

What do you remember?

You choosing me.

The transport back here.

Nothing else?

Isn't that the idea?

Did you ever wonder why I kept you
on for longer than a night?

Maybe it's ego.

But I just assumed...

I was very good at sex.

It wasn't that.

The sex was bad?

No, I only mean I'm...

I mean, it was more than that.

It was...

Put this behind your ear.

What is it?

It's all the time they stole from you.
All your memories.

Wait, I don't--

I stole them back from our Memorium.

For you.

I know it's unorthodox, me coming here,

but a few days ago,
you would've wanted these memories back.

I don't understand.

What do you want from me?

I selected you, yes,

but as I explained the process, you asked
if I would let you keep your memories.

That's nothing new.
We're asked it all the time.

People get cold feet, they don't like us
rooting around in their brains,

but when you asked,
you believed I would do it.

You looked at me, and you saw a person
who might do you a kindness,

so I did.

I threw out the rules for you,

and we lived together, and you loved me.

You did.

And we had plans.

I was gonna come here with you.

We were going to live out a very dark time
in the galaxy right here.

Just put this on.

No!

We had an arrangement.

A business arrangement,
and it came with a lot of money,

but I don't want to remember it.

I have a life here, and I'm very certain
that you are wrong about what we were--

I'm not!

I'm not.

I know about your beliefs.

The Inheritance.

And if you put this on,

you'll find that you experienced something
that must qualify as a miracle.

You've met a robot.

I need to feel like I'm drowning.

Like I can't breathe.

That will not be a problem.

Where is the Second Foundation?

The place you made your home
and pinned your hopes.

Tell me!

You saw?

I've tried to figure out
where the battle happens,

I just don't have enough points
of reference.

I do.

That was Trantor.

The Imperial Library.

That doesn't make any sense.

Have you ever gone further?

Beyond the moment of quantum decoherence.

I've tried, but there's nothing.

After that point, there's nothing.
Just... Just black.

I want to see it.

You wanna... You wanna do that again?

I phrased it as a suggestion.

Just get it over with.

What the fuck?

I suffered a system failure
and cycled through a hard reboot

which resulted in a localized EMP.

After I recovered,
I discovered your heart had stopped

and was forced
to perform a defibrillation.

So we died and saw nothing.

Both statements are inaccurate.

A cardiac arrest is not death.

And there was something.

Something you missed.

An infrasonic signature.

Sixty-five octaves below the middle C.

Far below the range of human hearing.

Gravitational waves emanating
from a black hole.

So four months from now, I'll be...

Orbiting the ergosphere of a black hole.

Going down to the surface soon.

Newlyweds and the clown haven't come back.

- Does that mean you listened?
- I listened very closely.

You gonna let me out then?

Well, let's review something first.

Now, I was curious
about your recent travels.

Yeah, you'd been gone so long,

so I asked Greer to make sure
my ship was running all right.

You purged the logs,

but based on the fuel reports,

we think you might have gone
to the far end of the Scutum-Centaurus Arm

but space is big.

Wherever did you go, Captain?

You've done all this work...

Why don't you tell me?

Honestly it doesn't matter.

Whichever planet you went to,
the conclusion's the same.

You're working for someone.

You knew about the Mule
before anyone else,

and more to the point,
you knew how dangerous he was.

How?

Who warned you?

And who are you really serving?

Because it's never been me.

I work and have only ever worked
for the Seldon plan.

I am loyal to that.

Nice and vague.

Would you like to go to the Vault
and hear from the man himself?

Too bad you can't.

Enjoy the eclipse.

I know about your religion.

And I don't care.

I didn't come here with an army,
I came with some fucking candy.

And I came alone.

What is...

- I didn't know what else to do.
- You called someone.

Who did you--

Stay away from her!

I...

Look, I am not here--

We knew something was wrong

the moment a claviger
was seen entering the city.

Cleon I almost wiped our people out.

That's never happening again.

And you come here and threaten us.

No, no. I... I have his face,
and there's nothing I can do about...

Song.

My full name is Songbird-17.

And I do not belong to you.

If I ever told you I loved you,
it is because I was scared of you.

I never could've loved you.

This is Oceanglass-49.

She's my life mate.

I mean, how did he build this?

How is this even possible?

Hello, Ebling.

How's my biographer?

I've been getting
everything into place for you.

Thought he'd be taller.

He's a hologram, lovely.

Yeah, all the more reason.

I am Hari Seldon. Whe--

I am Trenton Indbur III,

Mayor of New Terminus
and leader of the Foundation.

Ah, yes.

Dr. Mis told me
of the Indbur's extended tenure

over the Foundation.

Well, thank you.

Excuse me.

When the Foundation was first proposed
over three centuries ago,

Empire controlled over 10,000 worlds.

Today that number is barely 6,000.

Empire is contracting,

and Foundation has grown
a healthy merchant class.

We have a member
of the Alliance of Traders present.

Randu Mallow.

Mallow, no less.

How fitting.

You've likely been involved in a cold war
your entire life,

torn between sedition
and outright insurrection.

A too undisciplined outer arm
of the Foundation

pitted against
a too authoritarian central government.

The result was obvious.

A revolt by the independent Traders.

War, though inevitable, can be mitigated,

and beyond this crisis,
psychohistory sees something beautiful.

A Union of Worlds.

But what about the Mule?

The Mule, Dr. Seldon.

The Foundation and the Traders have agreed
to a ceasefire so we can fight him.

We know he's important, right?

We know he is.

What is the Mule?

"Where is the Mule?"
might be the better question.

The answer?

He's already here.

- Warden, what is this?
- I'm not controlling it.

Alas, the architect.

Tucked away
like a tortoise hiding in his shell.

Do you have a way to look up?

There's a sword,
dangling on a string right above you.

The Blacktongue.

While you've been
pontificating down there,

I've been proliferating up here.

Those are our own ships,
firing on each other.

Just culling the herd
before I take the reigns.

Then we will all march
on Trantor together.

That was always my plan.

Tell me, was this part of your plan?

Dr. Seldon...

Help us!

I'm feeling a little tippled. I...

It's the null field.

Seldon's putting it back up.

Run!

You have given me
much to consider, Miss Dornick.

But will you help us?

You have successfully made the case
for what you've characterized as visions.

But until these future events
come to pass,

I have no way of proving
whether these are actual premonitions

or simply hallucinations.

You think I'm crazy.

You're asking me to take action
based on your belief,

and until I can assure myself
that helping you

will not harm the Dynasty,

the most I will do in this moment
is permit you to live.

You were fortunate tonight, Miss Dornick.

When I grasped your throat,

I assumed you would not survive
our conversation.

What is it?

The galaxy's awash with transmissions.

The Mule has attacked New Terminus.

He will have commandeered
the Foundation's whisper fleet,

which means he could be
on Trantor's doorstep in a heartbeat.

Pritch. Pritcher, it's me.

If you can answer me, please just...

just tell me you're safe.

Bayta! Hey!

Indbur!

Hey!

- Sorry, Ebling. There's no more room!
- Wait!

Bayta.

Hey. Hey.