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

[trespasser]
Look, I don't want any trouble.

I just got turned around.

[grunts]

[groaning]

[grunts]

[breathing heavily]

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

I haven't done anything. [cries]

[clicks tongue]

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.

[Gaal] First few jumps are always strange.

You're not cold.

- It just feels like it.
- [Dawn sucks teeth]

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.

[Dawn unvoicing, indistinct]

Ask.

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

They couldn't see us.

And I heard your voice...

here.

[Gaal unvoicing] 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... [scoffs]

...sometimes it's hard to tell.

[hologram beeps]

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.

[Indbur] 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.

[chuckles] 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.
- [warden] You got it.

[beeping]

- [beeps]
- Upper bio sweep, clear.

[beeping]

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.

- [crashing]
- [Bayta gasps]

[breathes heavily]

Sweetheart, how bad was that?

Sweetheart, how bad was that?

[Sweetheart] 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?

[Sweetheart] New Terminus is
no longer a viable destination.

[visi-sonor playing]

How many jumps are left in us?

[Sweetheart] I can't be precise.

- Three.
- Well, that seems pretty precise.

- [visi-sonor continues playing]
- Something within three jumps.

[shouts] 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.

[Gaal] 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.

[Sweetheart] Haven control.
Chaser 54 inbound. Bearing 634.

[electronic voice]
Inbound private unknown. Haven control.

Identify yourself.

[Sweetheart] High antenna malfunctioning.
Transmission failed.

Switching to low gain.

[electronic voice] Inbound unknown.
Identify yourself immediately.

[Sweetheart]
Stabilization system compromised.

[electronic voice] Repeat.
Identify yourself.

We are.

They can't hear us.

[electronic voice]
You have eyes on the bogey?

[electronic voice 2]
Spotted. Bogey engaged.

[alarms beeping]

Transmit an SOS.

So clever. I'm on it.

Heavy ammo now. Can't do much.

[groaning]

[grunting]

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.

[beeps]

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.

[unvoicing] 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.

[Gaal] Clarion,
this is Thespin Hauler Norast.

Requesting permission to dock.

[automated voice] Cleared to land
on shipping dock F-72.

Be prepared for inspection.
Have your manifest ready.

[beeping]

Let's go!

[Gaal unvoicing] Dawn, we're clear.

Dawn, this is Zera. Zera, Dawn.

Second Foundation?

I won't be needing that.

You won't until you do.

[Dawn] 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?

[Zera] 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.

[device beeps]

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.

[scoffs]

May I ask why I will be voting to lock
my family in a room with a rabid animal?

[Dawn] 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.

[Dawn] 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?

[scoffs]

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.

[door closes]

- [Tarisk] She's no one.
- [civilian breathing heavily]

I can have her off station in an hour.

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

[breathing shakily] Please.

[shot fires]

Take care of this.

I'll see you at the vote.

[Gaal] Dawn.

[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.

[Dawn] 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.

[gasping, muttering]

Councilor...

The risk of an Enclosure--

I apprehend the risk
more than anyone in this chamber.

But...

Brother Dawn...

has convinced me.

[Presider] 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.

[wind howling]

[officer] Captain, anyone alive in there?

Yep. I got eyes on 'em.

Uncle Randu.

[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.

[Randu] 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.

[sighs]

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.

[chuckles] 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.

[Toran] 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.

[clicks tongue]
This is what we were missing.

[Randu] 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.

[chuckles] Well, you'd be trading up.

[chuckling]

Know what? I'll be outside.

Hey, that's strong stuff, kid.

I'm stronger.

[wind howling]

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.

[exhales sharply] 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.

[chuckling] Wow.
That would be a bold move.

Living without an arm just to spite you.

- [chuckles]
- Wow.

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

and live as broadly as I could.

[chuckles]

[chuckles] Well, I understand
why you left.

Freedom! [chuckling]

[chuckling] Wow.

Bayta is charming your uncle.

Oh, yeah?

I'll play a little.

Maybe it will help her.

[visi-sonor playing]

Damn, this hand. Ah.

[Bayta] 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.

[chuckles]

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.
- [both laughing]

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. [sighs] You are a Trader.

What do you want from them?

People don't fight wars for nothing.

[inhales deeply]
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.

[softly] He's a pretty good guy.

Ah. [sighs]

I don't know about
all this marriage stuff,

but, uh... [inhales deeply]
...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.

[councilor]
Imperial armada approaching Kalgan.

[automated voice] Third fleet of Armada
coming into position.

Enclosure is at 60%.

You have overstepped, Empire.

[automated voice]
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.

[automated voice] Enclosure is at 80%.

Fourth fleet is in position.

[inhales sharply]

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.

[automated voice] Fifth fleet in position.

Enclosure at 100%.

- [Mule laughing]
- [councilors gasp]

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.

- [breathes shakily]
- 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.

[gasps, breathing shakily]

[Mule] 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.

[chuckles]

[electronic voice]
Station lockdown in effect.

Jump gates offline.

Proceed to safe zones at once.

[claviger 1] Get Empire
to a secure location, now.

- [clamoring]
- [claviger 2] 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.

[clamoring continues]

He knew.
Somehow he knew about the Enclosure.

[Gaal] Dawn, we need to
get you somewhere safe.

Zera will guide you.

Zera, plan B.

[beeping]

[claviger 2] Empire spotted
entering West Gate.

[claviger 1] He could be compromised.
Proceed with extreme caution.

[claviger 2] We got visual. In pursuit.

[grunts, yells]

Empire, stop!

Sleep.

Plan B.

[panting]

I'm lost. Where am I?

[Zera] 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.

[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.

[Gaal] 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.

[inhales deeply] I...

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

- But you can only hate me if you live.
- [static]

Dawn?

[panting] Dawn?

Dawn! Fuck!

[Dawn] 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.

[grunting]

[automated voice] Air lock breached.

[breathing shakily] You killed them.

My wife.

My girls.

Tarisk.

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

Put the gun down.

[inhales sharply] You made me kill them.

[breathes shakily]

[Dawn] Be brave.

Be at peace, Brother Dusk.

And I pray I see you again

wherever we tyrants spend eternity.

[automated voice] Air lock breached.
Unauthorized entry.

What? Who?

[alarm beeping]

Dawn?

Dawn.

[air lock opens, beeps]

[air whooshes]

Gaal Dornick.

It has been more than 300 years.

You are looking well.