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[HARI] Previously on Foundation…

[GAAL] I'm going to
work with Hari Seldon.

[HARI] Are you familiar with my work?
Psychohistory?

[DUSK] Seldon and the girl.
Don't overthink the stick.

[GASPS]

The Galactic Empire will lie in ruins
within five centuries.

This mass of events rushing to meet us.

[SPEAKS THESPIN]

[EXPLOSION]

[DEMERZEL] The Emperor has determined

you will be allowed to
build your Foundation on Terminus.

You're exiling us.

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[CHATTER]

[ELECTRONIC BEEPING]

- [ALARM BEEPING]
- Shit.

[BUTTONS BEEPING]

- [EXPLOSION]
- [GASPS]

[GUNFIRE]

[GRUNTING]

[GUNFIRE CONTINUES]

[GRUNTS]

Jiam Quarver, you have suffered
a cervical spinal cord injury.

In a few moments you will suffocate,
unless we intervene.

We know you operate
this illicit biohacking facility.

We also know you manufactured the
two subcutaneous nano-lace explosives

used by the bombers
who destroyed the Star Bridge.

[ELECTRONIC CHIME]

Now, what we don't know is
the identity of the people

who contracted with your lab
to have this work done.

The device my associate is applying
will stimulate your phrenic nerves…

- [GASPS]
- …and allow you to breathe again.

The next words you utter will determine

if that device remains functioning.

So, who purchased the bombs?

[GASPING]

We've questioned thousands
of persons of interest,

but the chain of intermediaries
linking the bomb maker

to the attack's true authors
has proven intractable.

How many bodies are
still orbiting Trantor?

127,000, Empire.

Why haven't they been retrieved?

It hasn't been the highest priority.
Rescue and recovery have...

Make it a priority.

The corpses have been catching fire
as they reenter the atmosphere.

All anyone has to do is look up
to be reminded of our impotence.

We need results.

We need certainty, Brother.

Am I going to regret
exiling Seldon and his followers?

No evidence links them to the attack.

No evidence exonerates them.

I could destroy them still,
even at a distance.

We could say they did it.

Every source of news could say it
every hour on the hour

until the air is made of that
and there's nothing else to breathe.

Martyring dissidents is
a risky enterprise.

So is annoying your emperor.

[GAAL] 86,981,597.

86,981,689.

86,981,717.

86,981,729.

[PANTING]

Figured I'd find you here.

Sorry.

Didn't mean to wake you.

You were counting primes in your sleep.

[CHUCKLES] How far did I get?

Not the end,
if that's what you're hoping for.

- There is no end.
- Numbers or problems to count?

We don't have to colonize
the whole planet, Gaal.

Just our own tiny corner.

There are no corners on a sphere.

[CHUCKLES]

You coming out?

No. Come in.

[CHUCKLES]

- You know I can't swim.
- [LAUGHS]

You've got four years
and four months to learn.

Not a chance.

[SHOUTS]

- [PANTING]
- Relax, relax, relax. I've got you.

[CHUCKLES]

- [PANTING]
- I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

[CHATTERING]

- [MAN] Performance was unacceptable…
- [MACHINERY WHIRRING]

[MAN CONTINUES, INDISTINCT]

[RAYCH] Blue Team's tanking.

When the time comes,
fly Red or Green is my hint to you.

Maybe I'll join the reactor group
next training period.

Hmm, soup was a little cold
at dinner last night.

Maybe you wanna do
a couple of weeks in culinary as well?

I understand your point...

You don't have to learn
every job in the colony, Gaal.

Well, I do if they can't do them.

We have, what, 54 more months
until we land on Terminus.

We have time. A lot of time.

Well, we do until we don't.

Sorry. I shouldn't be wasting
our dwindling time like that.

[CHUCKLES] When will you stop
taking me so seriously?

- [METAL CLANGING]
- [DRILL WHIRRING]

[ROCKS CLATTERING]

[DEVICE BEEPING]

Shivaughn, I'm picking up high levels
of mercury and arsenic there.

Just be careful.

Try and seal that seam quickly.
It's toxic.

I'm on it.

[RUMBLING]

Hello?

[GROWLING]

Shit.

Run, Shivaughn!

[GRUNTS]

Shit! Stay down.

- [GAS HISSING]
- No, Abbas!

[GRUNTS]

[INSTRUCTOR] Congratulations,
you guys are zero for three.

Because you were in the primary
blast radius, Gaal and Shivaughn,

both of you suffered from overpressure
to your hollow organs.

I could try, but I doubt
I could find a more painful way to die.

Mari, Briwan, Abbas.

Uh-huh?

[INSTRUCTOR] You were all killed
by exploded rock fragments.

The good news, it was instant.

The bad news, you're still dead.

Better than that thing tearing us apart.

Yeah, what the hell was that?

[SIGHS] A bishop's claw. Local
megafauna, endemic to the Outer Reach.

But Abbas is right. The sim's unfair.

If he hadn't fired, the bishop's claw

would've probably killed us all anyway.

Yes, it is unfair.

Everything about Terminus is unfair.

But we need to defy those odds
if the Foundation is to succeed.

We'll try again at 0600 tomorrow.

Ms.
Dornick, Dr. Seldon wants to see you.

[BUZZER SOUNDS]

[ELECTRICITY HUMMING]

[FOOTSTEPS]

There's an apple orchard
in the Imperial Gardens

that's older than the Robot Wars.

They used to hang AI sympathizers there.

I didn't know there were
robot sympathizers.

There are always sympathizers.

Well, hopefully,
by the end of this trip,

this one will be strong enough
to hang somebody. [CHUCKLES]

Hopefully.

You had trouble with the lava tube.

We always have
trouble with the lava tube.

What's your solution?

Don't settle the Foundation
near the lava tube.

We need it for energy production.

We need people to drill wells
for geothermal energy.

And we won't have any
if unstable veins keep igniting.

Mm-hmm.

- It's bitter.
- But alive.

Have you run thrive projections
using this morning's sim data?

- Yeah.
- Including Blue Team's catastrophe?

34.2% mortality
after five years' planetfall.

Trending downwards. Optimism abounds.

Tell that to the 1,710 people on...

That's the reason we run sims, Gaal.

- Morning, Hari.
- Morning, Magnus.

"Hari."

I was "Dr. Seldon"
when we began this journey.

Is that really such a bad thing?

For them to know the
man behind the math?

There's a Foundation
budget allocation conference later.

- I need you to sit in for me.
- I've never gone...

It's just numbers, Gaal.

It's just numbers.

Yeah.

[SIGHS]

[SIGHS]

[GAAL NARRATING]
Math is never just numbers.

When words fail us, we use
math to describe the inexpressible.

The things that terrify us most.

The vastness of space,

the shape of time…

The weight and worth of a human soul.

[SINGING IN ANACREON]

[SINGING CONTINUES]

That's an old Anacreon
hunting song, isn't it?

You invoke it before
you kill the animal. Yes?

Anyone could sing that, Emperor.

That's not true.

We've tried to sing your songs
as part of our education.

Never mastered the dialect.
Not like a native.

But it sounds perfect, doesn't it?

As we have for the last two weeks,

Anacreon firmly denies
any involvement in this...

I cannot find words for it.

The words are the destruction
of the Star Bridge

and the deaths
of 100 million citizens of Trantor.

[HOLOGRAM BUZZES]

[SPEAKS THESPIN]

That was Thespin, wasn't it?

Can you translate?

- [MUMBLES IN THESPIN]
- Louder!

[REPEATS THESPIN PHRASE]

It means, "Long live the Outer Reach."

I assume you can also recognize
the Thespin prayer heard

right before bombs ripped
the orbital platform from the stalk.

With all due respect, Empire,
that prayer...

Hasn't been sung in 88 years.

No Thespin would sing...

My government continues to deny...

[DAY] Shroud them.

What's on the recording is authentic.
They don't have answers.

Someone does.

These worlds hate each other.

- [DAY] More than they hate the Empire?
- [JERRIL] Historically, yes.

The idea they'd collaborate
on such a thing…

And yet…

Someone's going to hang for this.

I'd like it to be the guilty one.

Where is Brother Dusk?

[SIGHS]

Ooh.

Ugh.

[SIGHS]

[SHOUTS]

[GRUNTING]

[PANTING]

[EXCLAIMS]

[ELECTRICAL THRUMMING]

[DEVICE BEEPS]

[SHIVAUGHN] Okay. Thanks, Gaal.

Zygote looks good.

Any change in your birth directive?

No.

People talk to me.

- I'm sure.
- Well, not just here, but out there.

'Cause not everyone wants
to wait for planetfall.

That's not surprising.

If I knew someone...

She's still early-term.

She could still follow protocol,
but she won't come in.

Do I need to tell Dr. Seldon?
Or is it enough just to tell you?

Everything check out okay?

Everything's fine.

Find you later?

Okay.

[CHATTERING]

[ANNOUNCER, ON PA]
Attention. Quadrant five is now clear.

Quadrant five, all clear.

Tell Dr. Seldon we're running
an extra reactor sim tonight.

Hopefully we won't radiate
all three shuttles this time.

I'm not here about that.

Does the father know?

We barely know each other.

He seems sweet,
but I don't care much what he thinks.

Do you care what anyone thinks?

Enough to talk to Shivaughn
at the seed bank.

Look where that got me.

I'm not talking to you
as the Foundation.

I'm talking to you as Gaal.

Lowre, you're an engineer.

You tested onto the shuttle team.

You know how much safer
an embryo is in the seed bank.

This ship wasn't designed for pregnancy.

And Terminus is?

I'm not stupid.

I know how much radiation
we're getting hit with up here.

I know the odds of carrying
healthy to term, and defects,

and my milk being poison.

But I also know where we're going.

Frozen rock, long nights,
no trees for shelter.

I know you've got projections
of how many of us are going to die,

and that the number is higher
than anyone wants to admit.

- Lowre, that's not true.
- No one wants to tell...

Don't lie to me!

It's okay for Hari Seldon to lie to me.

I expect that, but not from you.

Please just tell me the truth.

That's how I know
it's you talking and not him.

I know what the right thing
to do is, Gaal. I know.

I know what the math is.

I know that what we're doing
on this ship isn't really living.

We're just preparing to live.

For some of us to live.

It's the Plan.

What if I let them take her out
and something happens,

and I never get to feel her
grow inside me ever again?

I'll just never get to
look into her eyes.

There would be nothing worse.

- [DEMERZEL] Brother Dusk.
- Good evening, Demerzel.

Empire missed you in the throne room.

I don't think so.

- Where are you going?
- You know where.

Gods.

There. Put us down there.

[FIRE CRACKLING]

Upon awakening,

may the Sleeper cleanse these eyes
of the evil they have seen.

[CHATTERING]

- [MAN] Empire.
- [WOMAN SOBBING] Empire, please help us.

Weapons left outside.

I have no weapon.

All of the weapons.

- She has nothing.
- Not her. Him.

[AURA THRUMMING]

His machines are not welcome here.

Empire...

- [ELECTRONIC CHIME]
- [THRUM STOPS]

He who shrouds himself from man's touch
shrouds himself from God.

And so now am I touched by God?

No. Just me.

Empire, the structures are still
settling.

We should return to the shuttle.

Your stones. You use them to pray.

We speak to the Sleeper,
and the Sleeper sees us.

You claim to be seers, yes?
You know the future.

The Sleeper dreams our future.

What use would it be to guide our past?

Why were you at Hari Seldon's trial?

What is your interest in Gaal Dornick?

[ROCK FRAGMENTS CLATTER]

Why do you care for her?

There is no sin in curiosity.

There is on your planet.

- Empire, we must go.
- [PRIEST] I understand now.

He wants to know if she's a true seer.

If she truly saw the
fall Seldon spoke of.

If her math allowed her to see this.

She came here. I know she did.

- What did you talk about?
- Empire.

Did your god tell her about the Empire?

The Sleeper doesn't know her.

- [GUARD] Empire. Come with us.
- She is not a seer.

Your empire is doomed.

[DEMERZEL GRUNTS]

[GAAL NARRATING] The most advanced math
is like a sixth sense.

The right calculation can allow us
to see over the horizon.

And if we're lucky, it can help us
prepare for what comes next.

[SIGHS]

[GAAL] 86,981,767.

86,981,771.

86,981,779.

You were down there a long time.

Was I? [CHUCKLES]

I was beginning to worry that
you weren't ever going to come up.

Why always in the dark?

Why in the light?

Shame grows in darkness.

You've nothing to be ashamed about.

Hari, is there something
you wanna talk about?

The day I met you, I said to Raych…

"She exceeds my expectations."

You both do.

You know, these last few months
have been a gift.

I gambled on exile.

I did my best
to engineer the outcome, but…

I never expected that I would be
among the ship's occupants.

What changed?

Don't be late for the
Foundation meeting.

Five minutes early is three minutes late
to Lewis Pirenne.

[GAAL] He knows about us.

He's a psychohistorian.
He reads math, not minds.

[CHUCKLES] I read math too,
and I know exactly what you're thinking.

You're afraid to tell him,
and you don't wanna talk about it.

- [RAYCH] We both agreed.
- You told me he wouldn't like it.

He wouldn't.

Because he doesn't want us to be happy?

Because he thinks
relationships are a distraction.

[GAAL SCOFFS]

If we factor out human relationships,
what are we trying to save?

He's not saying we have to be robots.

- He just thinks that you and I...
- So he's jealous then?

The math's not complete.

- What?
- The math.

Hari's Plan. It's not all worked out.

I saw it when I had the Prime Radiant.

I never mentioned it in the trial.

It's close. I'm not saying it's not
close,

but not everything is solved.

It's like a puzzle with
a thousand pieces.

If a few are missing,

you know with
a high probability what the picture is,

but they're still missing.

How many pieces are missing?

Enough to make a different picture?

I don't know. Maybe.

[LEWIS] Do you know where Dr. Seldon is?

Uh, he's not coming.

- I'm sitting in.
- [LEWIS] All right.

When you're ready.

[CHATTERING]

[LEWIS] Mari, would you like
to bring us up to speed

from the budget subcommittee?

The subcommittee confirms assigning

5.6% of the initial
research and survey budget

to the 3% of planets closest to Trantor.

Is 5.6% a lot?

It seems like a lot.

I'm sorry. Is it okay to ask questions?

[LEWIS CHUCKLES] Of course.

But it's not the first time
that we have discussed

where to begin our preservation work.

Does the allocation algorithm weight
towards heterogeny,

and if so, how is that measured?

Diversity and variance are cornerstones
of the Foundation's mission.

Those inner worlds represent
40 trillion people,

300 planets,
over a hundred different languages.

And we decide the allocations,
not a computer program.

Point is,

the allocations were developed
through the Foundation's values.

Mm-hmm.

[LEWIS] So what we save
says everything about who we are.

Of course.

And what is the Foundation's
feeling about base ten?

[CHUCKLES] What do you mean?

- Base ten.
- [LEWIS] Mm-hmm?

The numbering system,
one, two, three, four...

We know what it is.

Of course you do,

because it's the math of Trantor

and the math of almost every single
system

in the inner 3% of the galaxy.

I assume you aim to preserve it?

[CHUCKLES] It's how we count.

It's how you count,

and your neighbors.

Will you be preserving base 12 or 27?

Over a thousand worlds use base 12

because 12 is cleanly divisible
by more factors than 10 is.

300 systems use base 27.

It comes from counting body parts.

- What is your point?
- My point is,

as we begin preserving the most…

Essential pieces of civilization,

deciding what is remembered,

what is forgotten…

How will we know what those things are

if we can't even agree
on how to count them?

[MACHINERY WHIRS]

All right.

Are you sure?

- You still seem...
- You needn't worry about me.

You could've died.

I've managed not to
for a long while now.

You know I'm not the same as you.

The rest of your kind died.

They didn't die.
They were destroyed by your kind.

It's different.

Is that why you don't like me
to see how you really are?

I don't like it because it's immodest.

- But...
- The more human I act,

the more human I am.

It's confusing not
to commit to one reality.

[FOOTSTEPS]

[DAY SIGHS]

You're avoiding me.

Hardly.

You know I hate the stairs. [SIGHS]

You hate this.

If I want to sentimentalize
old emperors,

I can just look across the dinner table.

[DUSK CHUCKLES]

I felt the same way when I was your age.

Hmm.

Can you imagine…

The sheer hubris required to think
so much of your abilities,

your mind, so much of your own heart,

that you decide from now on,

that not only will you be the first,
but the one?

"I will be the river
from which all rivers flow."

[DAY] He was right.

Of course. And yet here we are.

Millions dead,
with a prophecy of trillions more.

- Seldon is just a man.
- And so were we once.

Why did you go to the Scar?

Was it to see the priest?

They're still pulling bodies
out of the wreckage.

As they have been for weeks.

I wanted to see what happened
to our world,

as you should have as emperor.

I am emperor.
At least you're honest about that.

I want to meet
with the Anacreon and Thespin delegates.

- It's not your job.
- No, but it is my right.

[INHALES]

It's not a trick.

If it were,
there are lesser vintages to poison.

To the future.

May it be kind to all of us.

What do you want?

Only the truth.

For weeks now,
we have been nothing but honest.

Why would we sing an Anacreon song,

then deny it was us who had done so?

The extremists amongst your ranks?

You must admit it makes no sense.

Or perhaps your government
has not told you everything.

We have been loyal citizens
of the Imperium for 3,000 years.

How would this profit Anacreon?

Someone is trying to destroy us.

Someone is punishing us to darkness.

Please.

Please.

You're going to die.

The Empire is going to kill you,

and it won't be enough for what you did.

For the smells.
For the stinging in the eyes.

The dust of children,
mothers and fathers in our throats.

It is a taste in my mouth!

[GLASS SHATTERS]

It is a taste that will not go away.

This is the legacy. Yours and ours.

We may wish it is not.

We may scream it is not fair,
and we would be right.

Because I believe you.

One of you is telling the truth.

Maybe even both.

We should let you all go free.

We should.

But we won't.

The old man is declining, isn't he?

[CHATTERING]

[MAN] Dr. Seldon.

Is something wrong?
Did we miss something from our delivery?

No, no. Um, I was just thinking
about a particular white shirt.

It has, uh, an ink stain on the cuff.

We haven't been able
to remove the stain yet.

Is it clean otherwise?

I'd like it if it is. Stain and all.

[WOMAN] Dr. Seldon?

Yes?

Can I ask you a question, sir?

Of course. I've made a life out of it.

- Are you happy?
- [CHUCKLES] Happy?

Happy with the progress of the Plan?
The preparations?

Uh, what's your name?

Veena.

Veena.

Veena Ahluwalia.

Well, it's going to be
a long journey, Veena.

We've faced challenges.
Many more will follow.

But I am confident
in the success of our endeavor.

And the principal
reason for that is you.

All of you.

I approved the passenger manifest.

Each and every name on it.

A hundred years from now,

perhaps even a thousand,
your names will be memorialized.

The believers who threw their lot in
with an eccentric

that pinned the fate of the galaxy

on the back of a theorem so abstract,

well…

It might as well have been a prayer.

And it won't matter what you did,

whether you worked
as an ultrasound scrubber,

a heat exchange engineer
or here in the laundry.

Because that prayer
can't endure without people.

Without you.

So…

Thank you, Veena.

I'm sorry about the ink, sir.

No matter. I'm used to it.

It's a sign of hard work.

Dr. Seldon?

Yes, Theron?

May I shake your hand?

Thank you.

- Thank you, Doctor.
- Thank you. Thank you.

Thank you.

[LOWRE] I'm just
saying he's not perfect.

Abbas, how are we doing
with the 3D-printed metrics?

[ABBAS] We've been working with clay…

Been looking for you.

Why'd you leave the budget meeting?
Could've used a friendly face.

Sorry, uh, Hari thinks
we should plan to sim a space walk.

Now? We can't even walk on snow.

- I'll talk to him.
- No, just... I'll figure it out.

Can you pass the wine please?

The wine.

Is there room?

- [LEWIS] Oh, yes. Of course.
- Thank you.

Raych, you probably don't remember
the first meal

that you and I had together, do you?

No, I can't say I do.

Well, it wasn't much. [CHUCKLES]

I can say that.

I'd just started at the university,

didn't have much of a food budget.

I'd get stale sourdough
and day-old roast alley-hawk.

- Mmm.
- Mm-hmm.

- Greasy, you know, little bones.
- Mmm.

But warmed up, wrapped in the bread.

- [GASPS] Oh.
- [OTHERS CHUCKLE]

- Was heaven. [CHUCKLES]
- [CHUCKLES]

Um, he was six, maybe seven.

I caught him in the rare books room,

two Alvarez folios stuffed in his pants.

[LAUGHS] I never did figure out,

how did you know Alvarez would bring you
the most money

on the black market

whilst also being the easiest to shove
in your shorts?

- [CHUCKLES]
- [CLEARS THROAT]

Your mother,
as far as I could decipher, had passed,

and your father was drinking

whatever
money you were able to bring back.

That's wrong.

My father wasn't drinking.

He was, son.

My father worked in the heat sinks.

He'd been in an accident.
He had a burn down his back.

I stole the books for medicine,

so he could go back to work.

He didn't drink until later.

After I left to live with you.

[CUP SLAMS DOWN]

Apparently,
I'm better at predicting the future

than I am at remembering the past.

[CHUCKLES]

[FOOTSTEPS]

[GAAL] Hey.

I've never seen that setup before.

It only happens once every two years,

so they never use it for the sim.

What's happening with you and Hari?

Nothing.

Nothing?

Nothing.

Maybe I shouldn't have told you
what I did…

About the math.

No, it was a… good reminder.

Hari makes mistakes. He's not perfect.

Yeah, I'm just afraid I don't know
which mistakes are important.

Which puzzle pieces can be missing
and it still be the right picture.

But you still believe in the math.

I do.

This is the Plan. [CHUCKLES]

We're not turning around now.

- I still think he's jealous though.
- [CHUCKLES]

Yeah. Who wouldn't be?

When we get to Terminus,
we'll have more freedom.

Our own little piece of frigid land.
[CHUCKLES]

We'll build a home.

Maybe with a couple kids
dozing by the fire?

That's a pretty loaded silence
after mentioning kids.

Still want them?

Gaal…

With you…

I want it all.

[GAAL] Hmm.
That was nice while it lasted.

[RAYCH] Hold on.

[GAAL CHUCKLES]

[DAY] The Star Bridge.

We need to come to a conclusion
about Anacreon and Thespis.

You know how I feel.

I think the Empire
can withstand a bout of grace.

Maybe even benefit.

It's hard to believe you're the same man

whose advice on all things Hari Seldon
was,

"Do not overthink the stick."

[CHUCKLES]

I am the same man as that.

As I am the same man as you.

[DAY] Hmm. [CHUCKLES]

What do you think, Ascending Dawn?

We've been attacked.
How does that make you feel?

Go ahead, young man.

You answer him.

- I'm scared.
- Yes.

That's right.
That's what people are. Scared.

Which is why the best face
we can project outward now…

Is one of strength.

The Emperor's peace.

It is the promise of the Imperium.

It was the promise of Cleon I
and each Cleon after him.

It is a race run across centuries,

a baton handed
from generation to generation.

[OVER SPEAKER] And we will not drop it.

Not today or tomorrow
or any tomorrow after.

[CHEERING]

Threaten the peace and pay a dear price.

Trantor has been deeply wounded.

None of our citizens remain untouched.

The pain will be felt by all
for generations.

It will scar them forever,
but they will survive.

They will live on.
Our world will live on!

You…

Will not.

And neither will your worlds.

Not without wounds and scars!

[CHEERING]

[TRANTORIANS CHATTER]

[WHIMPERS]

[PRAYS IN THESPIN, GASPING]

[RAGGED BREATHING]

Look.

[WHIMPERS]

[CROWD CHEERS]

[CHEERING]

[WHIMPERS]

[PRAYING IN ANACREON]

Go back to your worlds.

Tell the living and the dead
you failed to save them.

Not every choice will be like this one.

But sometimes?

Sometimes.

You won't be alone.

You'll have your brothers and me.

I'll always be here,
as I always have been.

How often does it end like this?

How often do we choose this?

You always do.

[GAAL]
The weight of traditions protects us.

There can be comfort in making a journey
others have made before.

Once,
I prayed in the words of my parents.

But then my world expanded,
and the words fell short of my reality.

[SPLASHING]

I pray in a different language now.

[GAAL WHISPERING] 86,981,803.

86,981,821.

86,981,827.

86,981,848.

[BREATHES HEAVILY] No. Not right.

86,981,849.

Something's wrong.

Raych?

Raych? [PANTING]

[GRUNTS, SHOUTS]

[GROANING]

Raych, what are you...

Gaal, you have to leave.

- What have you done?
- You can't be here.

- Gaal. Gaal.
- Hari.

- Hari.
- [GROANS]

Hari. Hari.

Gaal, you have to leave. Now! Gaal!

[SOBBING]

- [GROANS]
- [ALARM BLARING]

[ELECTRONIC VOICE] Warning. Warning.

Designate Hari Seldon's life functions
have ceased.

Warning. Warning.

Gaal? Raych?

- [RAYCH] Come on! Come on!
- What's going on?

Warning. Designate Hari Seldon's
life functions have ceased.

Warning. Warning.

Warning. Warning.

Designate Hari Seldon's life functions
have ceased.

- [GAAL] Oh, my God.
- [RAYCH] Get in.

Don't panic. You're gonna be okay.

- [POUNDING]
- [WHIMPERING]

Don't fight it. Don't fight it.

Keep calm. You can breathe.
You can breathe.

You can breathe the fluid. Keep calm.

Remember to count primes.
Remember to count primes.

Remember to count primes.

I love you.

I'm sorry.

- [CLICKS]
- [WARPING]

[GAAL] 86,981,861.

86,981,893.

86,981,897.

86,981,927.

[RAYCH] With you, I want it all.

…981,953.

Eighty-six million,
nine hundred and eighty-one thousand…