All language subtitles for Foundation - 1x05 - Upon Awakening.WEB.GGEZ.en

Synced & corrected by -robtor-
www.addic7ed.com

Of all the stories
my mother used to tell me at bedtime,

the black hole frightened me the most.

It wasn't the darkness that scared me.

I was comfortable in darkness.

It was the idea of an event horizon.

Venture into that horizon,

and the gravitational pull
prevents you from turning back.

Escape becomes impossible.

Gaal. Time for morning rites.

We speak the words.

And the words make us seen.

Welcome forth this child among you,

that he should be blessed,
loved and cherished,

heard and seen,

one with the Sleeper's words.

Upon awakening.

Upon awakening.

Seer Dominie, we must check

the university for forbidden activity.

Acolyte Dornick.

Seer Dominie said there were lights
in the windows last night.

But the university's abandoned.

Look.

Instructor Sorn?

Gaal?

I heard you had become an acolyte.

You look like your father now.

So pious. Hunting for heretics.

All the nights I spent
at your parents' table, talking

while you fell asleep
in your mother's arms.

Ah, they seem a million years away now.

Your parents took
another path, didn't they?

As did you. Quite another path.

You can't be here, Mr. Sorn.
The Seers condemned this building.

Heretical, right?

All analytic learning goes against
the Faith of the Awakening.

What do you deem it, Gaal?
You always had a sharp mind.

Stop. Just drop the books and go.

If the Seers find out you're here,
they'll kill you.

Yes.

When a planet wants you dead, you die.

Run.

They're just words on a page.

Are they?

Kalle's Book of Folding.

She dedicated
her entire life to writing it.

Chaos theory.

Furthering knowledge is the most
noble work of humankind, Gaal.

Remember that.

Take it.

I'll hold it for you.

This "Cleanse" will pass, Gaal.

The tides that rise will ebb.

Not in our lifetime, but someday.

All things have a cycle.

After destruction, rebirth.

Knowledge gives us ways to survive
the destruction

till the rebirth arrives.

- The floods...
- Are a warning from the Sleeper,

a challenge we must overcome
in order to prove worthy

of his Awakening.

No. And you know it. No.

Gaal?

You need to leave. Please.

We overmined the volcanic vents.

We melted the ice caps. We did this.

Not your slumbering god.

There is no "we."

I'm not on your side.
I'm not a kindred soul.

Are you willing to test that conviction
against Kalle's numbers?

- Huh?
- There.

It's Dr. Sorn.

Cleanse us, benevolent Sleeper,

that we might be one with your words
and abide in your Dream.

Upon awakening.

Upon awakening.

Acolyte Dornick.

The Sleeper is watching.

For this, he will be cleansed.

This will not stop the sea from rising…

Or the algae blooms from dying.

Only knowledge can do that.

Ceremony at 6:00.
You'll be assisting Seer Dominie.

I can't go this eventide.

I gotta venture further
out to find green.

Water seems like it's
getting warmer now.

Lots of dead algae.

It's monsoon season.

Did Dominie tell you
when you'd be advancing to votary?

She trusts you more and more, Gaal.
I can see it.

Votary comes with
a substantial honorarium, doesn't it?

- Two hundred chitons a quarter.
- That will help.

It won't be enough.

The high floods are coming.

Who are you to question
the Sleeper's word?

The floods are coming.

People are gonna die
unless everything is raised...

Enough.

Speak your devotions.

Bless and be seen, O Sleeper.

Thankful for your wisdom and dreams.

I wanna send a tight-beam message.

I was told you could help.

No. Seers don't brook
any off-world contact,

- unless it's church business.
- I'll pay.

Fifty chitons.

- Where you wanna tight-beam?
- Trantor. Streeling University.

The Seers are saying someone on Synnax

has entered an imperial
math competition.

You have to stop this, Gaal.

You're putting us all at risk
by pursuing this.

Let it go.

Greetings, Ms. Dornick.
My name is Hari Seldon.

I am a professor
at Streeling University, on Trantor.

I would like to offer you
my congratulations

on your novel resolution
to the Abraxas Conjecture.

Since you've published your solution,

several circles within academia
have seen fit to cast doubt

upon your achievement.

The Conjecture has stood
for centuries, after all,

confounding the greatest minds.

I suppose the fact that the answer
has come from someone on Synnax,

and a young woman at that,

has made it all the harder
for them to accept.

But the beauty of
math is that it is pure.

I have studied your solution,

and I would like to offer you my support
by validating your proof.

It is ingenious, elegant and true.

Bravo, Ms. Dornick.

I expect the doubting will cease soon.

You've a remarkable mind.

I would consider it a privilege if

you would come to Trantor as my guest.

You could walk my students
through your solution.

I know they'd be fascinated
to learn how you achieved it.

Undoubtedly, you'll hear
through official channels soon enough.

But, well, I'm rather hoping
you'll accept my invitation first.

Thank you, Sleeper. Thank you.

Someone from our village
communicating with Trantor?

- It's disgraceful.
- They have to be punished.

Gaal.

Gaal.

It's coming.

Even raising everything
ten-rod won't save us.

The math is undeniable.

There'll be hurricane winds,
massive flooding...

Are these the Sleeper's words
speaking through you?

No.

It's math.

I solved the proof.

I'm the one the Seers are looking for.

Hari Seldon invited me to Trantor.
Come with me.

Trantor?

The machine world?

I'd rather my daughter die.

As a child,
I had nightmares of black holes.

I used to imagine what it would be like,

drifting towards something miraculous,

bearing witness to something
most minds could never even comprehend,

then realizing too late

that you had reached
the point of no return.

What have you done?

Even waking up, the terror continued…

…like an echo, whispering…

…diminishing in volume forever,

but never quite dying out.

Hello?

Hari?

Hello? Is anyone there?

Hello?

Please. Please.

Is anyone there?

Please. Please.

Let me...

Let me out of here! Let me out!

Let me out!

Please. Let me out. Let me out!

Help!

Please.

Please.

No!

Uploading cryo-session data.

Initiating Raych Foss arrival protocol.

Hello?

Uh…

Hello?

Command not recognized.

W-What is this place?

Identification required.

Um, this is Gaal Dornick.

Where am I? What is this ship?

Um, who's the captain?
Where... Where is everyone?

Just me?

Oh.

Uh…

Okay.

I... I need to send a message
to Lewis Pirenne.

Hail the Deliverance.

The Deliverance was decommissioned
on 12/11/12,072 E.I.

I-It can't be. It's still in mid-flight.

12,072…

What year is it?

How long was I asleep?

12,102 Era Imperial.

Your cryo-session duration
was 34 years, 223 days.

What the hell are they doing?

Spectral cloaking.
They're camouflaging it.

But we already know it's here.

They're not hiding it from us.

Watchmen, status?

They're firing at the western fence.

I count 50 here in the east.

I count at least that to the west.

Hold your ground.
They're just trying to rattle you.

Yes, Warden.

- Here, here, here.
- I'm a scientist.

Look, if you don't take that,
you'll be a dead scientist.

Your choice.

Your Grand Huntress is a liar.

Everything she feels,
it's all curdled inside her.

She comes to destroy,
no matter the cost.

You underestimate the rest of us,
Warden.

We all bear Anacreon's scars.

Phara's different.

Her game is over.
No next move, only a last one.

You may have us outgunned,
but you're desperate.

Scared.

And desperate people make mistakes.

Is that…

An imperial ship jumping in.

I'll be damned. They actually showed up.

There's an imperial ship orbiting
the planet. Just stand by.

I knew the Empire would come for us.
I'm sure Hari did as well.

Do you think they're gonna save us?

- Status?
- Approaching Terminus, Commander.

Pull up a wide-spectrum planetary scan.

I want population,
power plants, weapons.

Primary power source is a
geothermal cell ten klicks north.

City's protected by a standard
imperial-issue energy barrier...

Commander,
there's something you should see.

There's three transport ships near that
geothermal cell,

non-imperial make.

Anacreon corvettes.

Keep aiming for geosync
over Terminus City,

but be ready to divert
to a landing trajectory.

- Open up encrypted channels.
- We can't, sir.

Not enough bandwidth,
since we don't have

the communications buoy for relay.

Try a public frequency then.
Let's ring their bell. Say hello.

Terminus City and Foundation Director
Lewis Pirenne.

This is Commander Kray Dorwin
of the imperial vessel Aegis.

Immediate report, please.

I'm here. I'm here.

Lewis Pirenne, Commander.
Director of the Foundation.

We formally request the Empire's aid.

The Empire will grant you aid.

However, we require information first.

I'd like to speak
to your minister of defense.

Oh, we are a small outpost, Commander.
We have no armed forces.

A director of intelligence then?

Uh...

Who knows the movements
of the Anacreon troops?

That'd be me, Commander.

Salvor Hardin. Warden of Terminus.

Uh, Commander, you should know
that the Anacreon kingdom

has confessed to destroying
the comms buoy

in the hopes that it would trigger
an imperial response.

I strongly advise you stay
clear until we can determine

why they want you here.

Confessed? Who spoke for them?

We have their leader
in custody, Commander.

Phara Keaen. Their Grand Huntress.

Have her brought to the tower.
I wanna lay eyes on her.

- Of course, Commander.
- That's a mistake, sir.

Phara's been angling for the tower...

Hello?

- Hello?
- They're jamming our local network.

Ten minutes, Director.

Then I want this
Huntress in front of me.

He thinks we're a planet
of simpleminded rustics.

Who cares what he thinks?
We shouldn't move her.

Your daughter may be willing to defy
the Empire

based on speculations, Mari,

but I am not.

Why wait until now to kill comms?

They were listening in.
They know we're about to move her.

The field relays are in the tower.

Get everyone back to the city.
I need to get back to the brig.

Why?

Phara's taking down the fence.

I need to send a communication.

Authorization required.

I... I need to send a message.

- Authorization required.
- Just authorize me!

Command not recognized.

Set course for Terminus.

Authorization required.

Think.

Think, think, think, think.

Uh… Okay…

Um…

Am I authorized to run a search?

"Anything in the
imperial public record."

Okay.

Search population of Terminus.

They made it.

Ah. Okay.

Okay. Um…

Search Hari Seldon death.

Good evening. It is with a heavy heart
that I record this message.

On the 8th of the 8th,
12,068 the Era Imperial,

Hari Seldon was...

Hari Seldon was murdered.

He died from fatal stab wounds

administered by his foster son,
Raych Foss,

and Foss's accomplice, Gaal Dornick.

No. No.

As per Seldon's mortality directive,

his body will be ejected
from this spacecraft

in a casket he himself designed.

In accordance with
the project's line of succession,

it falls to me

as senior councilman
to assume command of the Foundation.

I believe with all my heart

that every citizen upon this ship
was chosen for a reason.

We will preserve and build upon
Hari Seldon's legacy.

We will devote our lives
to protecting the Empire

and all its citizens
from the coming fall.

The Plan continues.

May the light never dim.

Stop. Stop!

Search…

Raych Foss.

Warning.

Designate Hari Seldon's
life functions have ceased.

Raych, why?

Was... Was it…

Premeditated?

We know you were arguing
with Dr. Seldon the night of his death.

You were questioning his...
His forecasts just before,

implying that they were unstable.

For God's sake, say something!

The man loved you like a son.

He lifted you out of the heat sinks.
He saved you…

As he would have saved us all.

What could possibly
have possessed you to...

Did Gaal Dornick put you up to it?

She had nothing to do with this.
It was all me.

You don't have to protect her.

It was me. I did what I had to do.

Why? Speak!

Do you even understand
what it is you've done?

I understand more than you.

Then you admit

that of your own free will

and with full knowledge of your actions,

you murdered Hari Seldon?

No.

You understand what happens next.

No.

Search…

Raych Foss…

Execution.

Any final words?

I know it's hard.

I know what I've done seems
incomprehensible.

But you can't lose faith in the Plan.

Ever.

You have the gall to tell us
not to lose faith?

You can still solve a puzzle…

…even with a piece missing.

I...

I...

Shit.

- Keep moving.
- I feel sick.

I need a minute.

I don't think we should stop here.

What is she doing?

What's happened?

You should have trusted your warden.

What is that?

Poly, Laylo.

You kids get back
to the city now, you hear?

Do as I say!

All things have a cycle.

After destruction, rebirth.

Knowledge gives us ways to survive
the destruction

until the rebirth arrives.

Computer, did the ship just conduct
a trajectory correction maneuver?

- Are we beginning an orbital insertion?
- Affirmative.

So we're slowing down.

Which means
we're approaching a destination.

Identify our destination.

Authorization required.

Am I authorized to see a star chart?

How about inertial reference points?

Can you show me
all celestial sphere locations

of all quasars in direct line of sight?

Highlight the Cloverleaf Quasar.

Simple optical navigation.

Okay, do we have direct line of sight to
Swen-Yen 214,

Austus 11, Hudson 8,053?

- Affirmative.
- Show them.

Now show me the angular separation

of the Cloverleaf and these three stars.

Okay, display a cone
with a 23.5-degree half-angle.

Also, display the central axis.

Computer, can you trace out the surface

of possible positions of the apex?

Another cone? Thirty degrees half-angle.

And give me a third cone,
half-angle of 62 degrees.

We're right here.

Which puts us in the Argo Sector,
near the Yu Ling Stream.

Now, what direction are we heading in?

Authorization required.

Uh, do I have access to stellar spectra?

- Affirmative.
- Yes. Okay.

Show me the current
and nominal spectra for Swen-Yen 214,

Austus 11, Hudson 8,053.

Relativistic Doppler shift.

I'm going to outsmart you,
you stupid ship.

Okay.

Uh, display a vector,
orientation in the galactic frame,

bearing 289 degrees,
elevation minus 5.3 degrees.

There!

Is that our current velocity?

Authorization required.

Um, is the vector parallel
to the long axis of the Raven?

Negative.

Is the vector antiparallel
to the long axis of the Raven?

Affirmative.

Okay. So that last course correction
flipped the ship.

We're slowing down.

And our final destination…

Is here.

Computer, is that an actual window
or a virtual view screen?

A view screen.

Are you displaying
all possible wavelengths

that might reveal stars
or planets in the region?

Negative.

- So you're censoring what I'm seeing?
- Affirmative.

So you don't want me
to see my destination.

Why?

Access to primary destination
is restricted to Raych Foss.

Doesn't make any sense.

I have to see it with my own eyes.

86,981,959.

Fall back!

Fall back! Go! Go!

- Mom!
- Here! Take this!

Mom, let's go! Get out of here!

Hurry up!

What happened?

She smuggled a field disrupter
into the building.

- Where is she?
- At the curation storage.

She has your mother.

They've taken down
the imperial fence, sir.

Cancel geosync.

Commence landing. Maximum speed.

Commander on deck!

We make planetfall in five minutes.

I want you to remember this.

The Anacreons brought down
the Star Bridge.

100 million dead at the hands
of these barbarians.

I know this is personal for some of you,

and that means
it's personal for all of us.

- Right here, Warden.
- You okay?

She needs the crew manifest
from the Deliverance.

So that's what you're really after?

We need help commandeering
an imperial ship.

And we weren't gonna get it until

we had a knife to your people's throats.

So now put that rifle down.

Or what? You shoot her?
You honestly think that's an incentive?

Mothers are mothers. You won't fire.

Because there's an invisible cord
between us?

Everyone says it. But I gotta tell you,
I've never felt it.

You want me to throw the Foundation away
to save her?

Cry all you want, Mom.

Try to feel it,
like when I was four at the Vault,

- and you crawled on the ground.
- I was terrified.

Do it, Phara. Shoot your leverage
and let's start over. Even.

Shut up, or we'll both be orphans!

Fine!

- Mom, I am so sorry.
- You were telling me to drop, yes?

- Drop and crawl?
- That's right, Mom.

- That's all you meant?
- You did good, Mom.

Easy. Easy. You can do this.

Breathe. Just breathe.

Okay.

Destination should be… here.

Nothing.

What are you hiding?

I know something's out there.

But nothing the naked eye can see.

What could be out here that I can't see?

Filter for infrared. Okay.

White dwarf, supergiant…

There you are.

A dark star.
That's why I couldn't see you.

A dark star.

We're hovering. Altitude 1,000 meters.

Open external comms.

Stand down.

Stand down.

Hey, get out of here! Get out of here!

Give it to me.

Take a look, Warden. There.

I understand what it is like
to lose everything.

To watch your whole life burn.
I really do.

The Empire took everything from me.

And now we take everything from them.

If your people really had
nothing to do with the Star Bridge,

if Anacreon was innocent,

how could you do the same thing
to Terminus?

That's just it. Terminus isn't innocent.

Seldon's predictions
inflamed the Empire.

Because of what your prophet said,
my whole world burned.

Watch.

Hugo!

If you can see the sky,

you are trespassing
on His Eminence's sovereign territory.

By the authority of Emperor Cleon XIII,

surrender immediately or face death.

Ironwood Leader,

you're cleared to proceed.

Fire.

- Kinetic weapon alert!
- Fire antimissile!

Too close for intercept.

Does it hurt any less?
Your brother, your family?

You know what,
I thought I might feel empty.

But I think it does hurt less.

We should kill her and be done.

We stick to the plan.

She'll stay quiet.

There's only one habitable planet
that orbits a dark star.

And there is no way I'm going there.

Computer,
I know our destination is Helicon.

Change course.

Helicon is Hari's homeworld.

They think I killed him. Change course.

Computer, are you there?

Hari?

Hari?