Arrakis.
Dune.
Wastelandofthe empire...
andthemost valuableplanet in the universe...
becauseitishere, andonlyhere...
where spiceis found.
Thespice.
Withoutit there is no commercein the empire...
there isno civilization.
Arrakis.
Dune.
Home ofthespice...
greatest treasure in the universe.
Andhe who controlsit...
controls our destiny.
Father!
Mentats, pleasereport to fusionplants.
Lifesupport technicians, prepare fordeparture.
Thismove toArrakis...
comesata delicatemoment forHouseAtreides...
a testofyour fatherīs loyalty to the emperor.
Youmustremember, Paul...
oursocietyisa tangledweb...
ofcompeting forces.
Our civilizationrests uponapoliticaltripod...
amostunstable ofstructures.
A deceptivebalance ofpowerexists...
between the emperor, the Congress ofRoyalHouses...
andthesupposedlyimpartial Spacing Guild...
withits invulnerablemonopoly oninterstellartransport...
complicatedbya feudal tradingculture that turnsits--
Dr. Yueh would be disappointed.
Then heīd know how I feel.
Attention.:Departureat01000.
Itīs never easy leaving oneīs home, Paul.
Think ofthis as a new adventure, the adventure ofa lifetime.
You call this an adventure?
Leaving our home for some dry speck ofdust...
in the middle ofnowhere.
Youīre a dukeīs son.
You have duties, responsibilities.
How could I ever forget?
Every day I have to eat responsibility for breakfast...
and duty for dinner.
Sarcasm doesnīt becomeyou.
I just want to see my father.
So do I.
Attention.:Departureat01000.
AllAtreidespersonnel, pleaseprepare fordeparture.
The Reverend Mother has arrived.
She wants to seeyou before we depart forArrakis.
You have given him your face, Jessica...
but the father has given him his eyes.
- And his courage. - We shall see.
Come here, Paul.
Let me have a better look atyou.
Ifyou know whatīs good foryou, youīll do as I say.
Iīll be thejudge ofwhatīs good for me.
Your mother has taughtyou many things, I see.
She tells meyou dream.
Your Reverence, ifI could--
Youīre dismissed,Jessica.
Since when is it permitted to treat the LadyJessica as a common servant?
She was a common servant.
My servant.
And a good one, too, until she was 1 6...
and your father took her.
Now...
I would like to hear aboutyour dreams.
Theyīrejust dreams.
About what?
Why donītyou tell me?
Doyou know what this is?
It is a test, young Atreides.
A test forwhat?
Putyour hand inside and weīll see.
Whatīs in it?
Pain.
I hold the GomJabbar atyour throat, young Atreides.
Keepyour hand in the box and live.
Remove it and die.
I must not fear. Fear is the mind killer.
Thatīs right, boy.
Pray.
I will face my fear. I will let it pass through me.
When the fear is gone, there will be nothing. Only I will remain.
No woman-child...
everwithstood that much pain.
You are a gifted boy, young Atreides...
butyou have much to learn.
He survived.
You should have warned me.
She was forbidden.
Iīm sorry.
Paul.
You were supposed to have a daughter.
Youhavehopelessly complicatedmatters.
An Atreides daughter couldīve been wed to the Harkonnen heir.
The feud between the houses could have been ended.
- My duke wanted a son. - Oh, you arrogant girl.
Putting his desires above our interests.
How dareyou turn your back on the centuries ofour breeding programs?
- Iīll pay for my mistakes. - And your son will paywith you.
Weīll do what we can.
He may be worth saving, but for the father, nothing.
Good thing you donīt playyour baliset as badly as you fight, Gurney.
Itīs too bad Duncan isnīt here. Then I could get a real workout.
Nowyouīve done it.
Whoa, Gurney man. Never submit to anger.
Fast on defense...
slow on attack.
- You forgotyour first principle. - Not likely.
Look down, lad.
Perhaps youīd like to sing soprano...
next time I play.
Guess Iīm just not in the mood today.
Not in the mood?
Mood is a thing for cattle and women, young pup.
Mood is not for fighting.
Even with the weirding ways your mother teaches you.
Itīs that old Bene Gesserit witch.
Something she said.
Or did.
The navigator is arriving.
Spacing Guildshuttle N1 17 arrivingcentraltransportpods.
This zoneisnowrestricted.
Weīll be on ourway to Arrakis soon.
It is said...
that they depend on the spice...
that without it, they canīt navigate.
It is said.
They used to be human, didnīt they?
Till the spice changed them.
I donīt think anyone knows for sure.
Iīve never seen one.
No one has.
Itīs forbidden, Paul.
So donīt endanger our shipping privileges trying.
Allnon-guildpersonnel, pleasesecure orders.
Will Arrakis be as bad as they say, Thufir?
The storms, perhaps.
They can eat the flesh offyour bones as you stand.
The only thing that doesnīt fear an Arrakis storm is the giant worm.
Itīs not worms I worry about.
Your father is a formidable man, Paul.
Even the emperor fears him.
Iīd sooner cast my fate with him...
than trust anything some Bene Gesserit hag said.
Why doyou hate them?
The Bene Gesserits.
I donīt hate them.
I donīt trust them.
I am a Mentat.
I trust logic and statistics...
not mysticism and prophecy.
Attention.: AllAtreidespersonnel...
restriction to quarters nowin effect.
Repeat.:Restriction to quarters nowin effect.
Pleaseprepare fordeparture.
Spacing Guildnavigator dockingcentraltransportpod.
This zoneisnowrestricted.
Repeat.:Spacing Guildnavigator dockingcentraltransportpod.
This zoneisnowrestricted.
Andsoitbegins.
The trap isset.
The prey approaches.
A glorious winter is about to descend on House Atreides and all its heirs.
The centuries ofhumiliation visited upon my family...
will finally be avenged.
But Arrakis was mine!
Shut up, Rabban.
I did whatyou said, Uncle.
I made the people cower. I crushed that vile planet.
He said squeeze, brother, not crush.
Rabban aspires to rule House Harkonnen one day, Feyd.
Yet he canīt even rule himself.
Explain our plan, Mentat.
The plan is elegant and vicious...
dear Baron.
Ofcourse it is. I designed it.
In order for the empire to survive, the spice must flow.
But the production has become inconsistent.
In his wisdom, the emperor decided...
only one man is honest enough and loyal enough...
to be trusted with restoring the spice production adequately.
Duke Leto Atreides.
Temporarily interrupting 80 years of Harkonnen rule...
and all the profits that go with it.
Damn it!
I said temporarily, you moron.
It doesnīt take long for Duke Leto...
to believe he has Arrakis...
firmly under control.
And then, at the moment ofhis greatest confidence--
The traitor strikes.
A traitor? Who?
That remains my little secret for now.
What about the other great houses? Theyīre sure to protest.
Perverting common wisdom, nephew, is a mark ofall great conspiracies.
You see, nephews, a popular man arousesjealousy...
and Duke Leto is a very popular man.
The other great houses will be glad to get rid ofhim...
even though they would never admit it.
The spice...
will flow.
The emperorwill be pleased...
and House Harkonnen will be more powerful than ever.
Alone and vulnerable at the edge ofthe universe...
valiant Duke Leto will finally come face to face...
with fear.
When Iīm through, he wonīt know whom to trust...
not even that Bene Gesserit witch he sleeps with.
Theyīll all be turning on one another...
like rats in a flood.
By the time the traitor is fully revealed...
the fate ofAtreides will already be sealed.
My son always says you have a feline grace, Duncan.
I didnīt want to startleyou, milord.
The latest emigration reports.
They fear our regime will be as bad as the Harkonnensī.
Weīre losing too many.
The spice hunters, drivers, weather scanners, dune men weīll need.
Should I persuade some to stay?
I have something more important foryou to do.
I wantyou to go into the desert.
The Fremen?
Iīm getting reports ofhundreds, perhaps thousands in villages...
what they call sietches.
In the deep desert...
beyond the mountains.
The Harkonnens sneered at the desert people...
hunted them for sport.
I doubt theyīll expect any better from us.
Then we have to change that.
Weīre going to need allies here, Duncan.
I wantyou...
to seek out their leader...
this Liet I keep hearing about.
A phantom.
He may not even exist, could even be many different men.
Find out.
Negotiate patience...
so I can demonstrate our good intentions with deeds.
IfIīm lucky, theywill judge all ofus byyou.
You honor me.
Iīm endangering you, and I know it.
Butyouīre the only one I can trust with this.
Such a dusty little garrison town.
A testament to the harsh climate ofthe place.
Whatīs he doing?
Water seller, milady.
You need never bother with the likes ofthem.
The cistern at the palace holds 50,000 gallons...
and itīs always kept full.
Whatīs wrong with their eyes?
Those are Fremen, desert people. Itīs the spice.
Itīs everywhere-- the air, the food.
By the time a Fremen child is 1 2...
his eyes have turned completely blue.
Guards everywhere.
We didnīt have to live like this on Caladan.
Family apartments are in the west wing. Iīll have the furniture brought up.
- What is this for? - An old custom, Iīm told.
Guests ceremoniously splash water on the floor afterwashing their hands.
They save the squeezings.
Demeaning custom.
Idaho has prepared for us well, milord.
Duncan?
Where is Duncan? Can I see him?
I have him occupied on official business for the moment.
Youīll have to be patient.
Iīve assembled the general staff, as youīve requested.
Donīt take it up there. I want the coat ofarms to hang here.
The first thing visitors must see.
This is House Atreides now.
We are not like the Harkonnen.
You will be treated here with respect.
From now on, we speak the ladyīs language...
at all times.
The Shadout Mapes, milady. Head ofhousehold staff.
Mapes...
show milady our apartments, make sure she has everything she needs.
Iīll join you after the briefing.
This way, milady.
Come, Paul.
The men are waiting.
Me?
Right now?
Itīs timeyou participated.
Iīve had the girls sandscrub these walls...
to within a millimeter oftheir frames.
The Harkonnen stench is finally gone.
Built by off-worlders manyyears ago.
A chapel for the memories...
ofwhat they left behind when they came here.
A thousand people could survive a year...
on the water it takes to keep this place a month.
And the Harkonnen never let us forget it, milady.
Your name, Shadout.
It means well-dipper, doesnīt it?
I was raised in the desert sietches, Noble Born.
Refer to me as milady, Mapes. Iīm not noble born.
I am the bound concubine ofthe duke.
There is no wife?
Iīm his only companion, the mother ofhis son.
- You are a Bene Gesserit? - Yes.
I know the ancient tongues.
Iīm trained in the ancient ways.
This place is precious. It should be protected.
Tell the people, Mapes...
this place belongs to them now.
As long as we rule here...
the Atreides familywill keep it in trust for them.
Stay there.
Give them back their money.
Go on.
It is the custom, milady.
This custom stops now. Do as I said.
Waterwill never again be sold at the Atreidesī door.
At the end ofevery meal...
any person who calls at this door...
may receive a full cup, free.
Is it possible?
Could it be possible that she brings the Mahdi?
The thing must take its course.
Whatabout theminingaccounts?
The Harkonnen spice operation took ten billion solaris...
out ofhere everyyear.
Does anyone here still think that the Harkonnen havejust packed up and left?
Gurney, I wantyou to make contact with the smugglers...
operating in the deep desert.
Tell them that weīll ignore what theyīre doing from now on...
as long as they make it worth theirwhile.
The emperor is extremelyjealous ofhis spice profits, milord.
Itīs one thing to turn a blind eye to smugglers.
Itīs quite another to pocket some oftheir earnings.
Just tell him what weīre doing.
Bank the entire amount to his name...
Shaddam the Fourth.
But then deduct it from our taxes as a legitimate expense.
In otherwords, cost ofdoing business.
What?
I wouldjust love to see the baronīs face when he hears ofthis.
All the Harkonnen parasites who got rich taking smuggler bribes...
will be flushed into the open.
No more graft.
The emperor cannot deny this...
not in public anyhow.
Well done, lad. Well done.
Now--
An emperorīs daughter must do better.
Worthy to beyour firstborn, hmm?
They tell me her ambitions tend more to the literary than the political.
Never underestimate the political uses...
ofan awakened mind, Majesty.
Subterfuge and cunning...
are often better allies...
than a fierce heart and a strong back.
All she lacks is the primacy ofour gender.
Then you must marry herwell.
Someone with a suitably pliable personality.
Too bad it wonīt be thatyoung Atreides.
A most admirable lad, Iīm told.
Good union ofbreeding and training.
We must arrange to send Duke Leto a token ofour love.
He must continue to think ofus fondly.
Why did we comehere, Father?
And donītjust tell me itīs a matter ofhonor or duty.
Thereīs more to it, isnīt there?
Iīve never lied toyou, son.
Weīve been entrusted...
with the most profitable commodity in the universe.
That alone makes us many enemies.
Then why donīt we call them out?
Expose them in front ofthe emperor.
What ifheīs one ofthem?
This is a hard lesson, son.
In the world we live in...
self-interest governs all.
The emperor needs us...
for the moment...
to administerArrakis, to make the spice flow.
But he fears us, Paul.
He fears my influence among the great houses.
Ifhe decides itīs in his interests...
that House Atreides should fall...
he will do nothing to stop it.
He might even invite opportunity to hasten it.
Then ifyouīre right, this place is a trap.
Perhaps.
But knowing thereīs a trap is the first step...
in evading it.
Ishouldhave taken the HouseAtreides renegade...
fledto the darkestcorners ofthe universe.
Youīre too honorable for that, my love.
Iīm too fed up.
This endless feud stops here.
The Harkonnen are a rogue clan, Leto.
No matter how much prestige they try to buy...
theyīll never have the respectyouīve earned.
Respect canīt buy us peace.
Iīd trade it all for a place somewhere...
anywhere where we could be alone, where Paul could be safe.
And all I had to think about was your happiness.
Maybe then I could finally make--
Please donīt talk about things that canīt be.
You belong toyour time. I was bred to my destiny.
Even ifI were able to go back and choose...
I would change nothing.
One ofyours, Turok?
Harkonnen mercenaries.
Someone is signaling from the palace.
Saveyour strength for the desert, Atreides.
Word has already been sent to the palace.
We have people among you.
- Are they trustworthy? - They are Fremen.
Iīll take care ofthese.
- I didnīt mean to intrude. - Forgive me, milady.
I was enjoying the morning.
For a moment I could imagine mywife walking there.
My Sook conditioning is supposed to rid me ofunstable emotions like hope.
Still, itīs all I have left.
We have spies everywhere, Dr. Yueh.
Ifsheīs still alive, weīll find her.
Seems almost a sacrilege.
Wasting oneīs water in a land starved for it.
Iīm sorrywe dragged you here to this dangerous place.
I came willingly, milady.
Onlyhalfthesandcrawlers are operable...
but weīll have most ofthe ornithopters working soon.
That is a harvester factory.
We have about a thousand.
As big as she is, there are worms in the desert could swallow one ofthese whole.
Why donīt we use shields?
Shields are useless in the desert.
Even a simple body shield will call everyworm within a hundred kilometers.
Drives them into a killing frenzy.
The imperial ecologist, milord, Dr. Kynes.
We prefer the traditional term, ''planetologist.''
I understand we haveyou to thank for our stillsuits.
I hope they fit well.
This is basically a high-efficiency filter-and-heat-exchange system.
The skin layer is porous.
Perspiration passes through heat filaments...
and salt precipitators.
Water is reclaimed in catchpockets...
which you can draw from this tube.
Properly adjusted, water loss is kept under 1 5 milliliters a day.
Thatīs hardly measurable.
Thatīs the point.
Youīre a Fremen.
I am accepted in both sietch and village.
But I am in the emperorīs employ.
Youīve worn a stillsuit before.
This is the first time.
Someone adjusted it foryou?
Itjust seemed the right way to put it on, thatīs all.
Well, then...
the desert awaits.
Maintain 1 20 degrees southeast, milord.
Set.
Thatīs where the sandmaster is concentrating his equipment.
How many men are there on a mining crew?
As few as possible.
Mining is a perilous adventure at best, milord.
Has anyone ever been lost out this far and survived?
Men have walked out ofthe nearer zones...
by crossing the rock areas where worms seldom go.
Fremen?
- Fremen. - There it is.
Thatīs the harvester.
Those are the scouts?
Yes.
Watching forwormsign.
Wormsign?
Wherever there is spice, there are worms.
Always?
They defend the spice sands.
Has there been an effort to wipe them out?
Too much area to cover. Too manyworms.
A rich field, by the look ofthe color.
Is that wormsign?
Whereīs the carryall to evacuate the harvester?
Wormsign, approximately 40 kilometers.
- Heīs gotyou. - Confirmed. Interceptinsixminutes.
Do they always cut it this close?
It is not standard procedure. The carryall should be here by now.
- How many men on that harvester? - Usually 23, milord.
- Areyou sure the worm will attack? - No doubt about it.
Crew on the harvester, this is Duke Leto Atreides.
We are coming in to takeyou out. Cease operations, prepare evacuation.
Spotters, land to the west. Prepare to be boarded.
Those spotters can only carry four men in addition to the crew, milord.
We can only get another two in here.
Work on the back seats. Weīll jettison them, get in three more.
This is HarvesterDeltaAjax Niner. With duerespect, wehavea fullload.
Damn the spice. We can always get more. Now, prepare for evac. Thatīs an order!
Wormsighting. Wormsighting. Ten degreessouthwest.
Estimatedspeed.:20knots. Wehaveanapproach.
Worm intercept.:fiveminutes.
Sandmaster, this is a direct command from your duke.
Cease operationsandevacuate thestationimmediately...
orI willcutyourship in two withalasgun.
I can hear it.
The worm.
I can hear it coming.
Over here! Over here!
Both ofyou, over here!
The rest to the spotters.
Run, you sand dogs!
Run! Run!
Get down and hang on to anything you can.
What are they doing?
Milord, we must go now!
Hurry! Hurry!
Capacityoverload.
We need altitude or itīll suck us down.
Capacity exceeds lift capability.
Bless the Maker and His water.
Bless His coming and His going.
May His passage cleanse the world.
May He keep the world for His people.
- What about the men we left behind? - Gurney, send a ship to look for them.
- But theywere right beside the worm-- - Send a ship anyway.
When God ordains a manīs time to die...
He directs that man to the proper place.
- What? - Paul.
I want the pilot from that missing carryall delivered to me personally.
Someone is going to pay for that waste.
This is a different kind ofman.
Heīll risk his life and that ofhis son...
to save the men instead ofthe spice.
A leader like that could have commanded fanatic loyalty.
This is my legacy toyou, son.
Greatest wealth in the universe...
and the never-ending struggle to defend it.
The ancients used to say...
danger and opportunity were often the same thing, Father.
This is not one ofYuehīs academic exercises, Paul.
In Caladan we ruled by air and sea.
And here we need desert power.
Desert power.
Remember that.
Letoīs growing more popular with every passing week!
He has ruined our system ofbribes and patronage.
Heīs been able to maintain the spice quota...
despite our sabotage.
Even that mongrel ecologist Kynes is sending the emperor favorable reports.
And what doyou deduce from all ofthis, nephew?
The longerwe wait, the harder it will be...
to dislodge him.
Piter, try again, will you?
Letoīs continued success makes the other great houses nervous, Rabban.
We can hearwhispers...
pettyjealousies that could easily give birth...
to considerable envy.
Bugger envy!
We have a traitor among them.
I say strike now!
Foryour approval, Uncle.
The slave is quite a specimen this time, donītyou think, Rabban?
Perhaps Feyd shouldnīt be quite so casual today.
Perhaps my dear brother might even break a sweat today.
Whatyou fail to understand...
is that I want Leto to become popular.
I want him to feel secure.
I want him to feel confident.
Confidence breeds distraction.
And that is when one is most vulnerable.
Such a beautiful boy.
Little isknown about thegiantsandworms...
thatinhabit the desertregions ofArrakis.
Itisknown that wormsare drawn to the vibrationandnoise...
ofminingactivity.
However, there isno directevidence linking desert worms...
tospiceproduction.
Needs a new dew collector.
- Dew collector? - Chromoplastic.
At night it cools very fast.
In the morning, daylight heats it.
The surface condenses moisture out ofthe air.
And it trickles down to keep the plants alive.
Simple beauty.
Meaningless beauty...
in such a godforsaken place.
We deal here with the law ofthe minimum.
Unless we learn to live with it...
conditions can never change.
Areyou saying that conditions here could change?
Favorable conditions?
Change the ecology...
ofthe planet?
That depends.
On what?
On who the steward ofthe desert is.
Perhaps one day the person will come who will understand...
who will see the future...
and know what can be...
the one who will change Arrakis...
the Muadīdib.
You asked me to inquire about the shouting the other day...
the words theywere calling out atyour shuttle.
'' Mahdi''? Something like that.
It means messiah.
They have a legend here...
a prophecy...
that a leaderwill come to them from off-world.
A boy...
the only son ofa Bene Gesserit...
to guide them to true freedom.
Messiah?
Paul?
These are a simple people, milord.
They survive on hope.
Tellmeabout the waters ofyourhomeland, Muadīdib.
Iīm sorry, milord.
Mapes didnīt tell me you were in here.
No, wait.
Itīs fine.
I was tired.
I fell asleep.
You can go on aboutyourwork.
Tell me.
Do the cooks use much spice in our food?
The spice is everywhere on Arrakis, milord.
Everywhere.
Donīt move.
Just do exactly as I say.
Itīs a hunter-seeker.
It will kill you...
instantly, ifyou move.
Listen to me.
The operator, wherever he is...
can only target movement.
Stay perfectly still.
Donīt give in.
Fear is the mind killer.
Youīre lucky to be alive.
I was its target?
It goes toward movement, thatīs all.
You could have let it go and saved yourself.
There is a traitor among you. Someone close.
Someone very close.
I want him alive!
Hey, you!
- They tried to take the life ofmy son! - He looks local.
- Thereīs nothing to identify him. - Harkonnen, surely.
- And not working alone. - Stop it, both ofyou!
Burn him.
Everything except the hands.
Put some spice in each one...
and send them to the baron on Geide Prime.
He almost took the life ofmy son.
Getout, allofyou!
Out!
You simple ass, I told you that I wanted those bastard Atreides to feel secure...
but no, you couldnīt wait.
You had to haveyour own way, and nowyour initiative...
has made them more defensive.
Now what, Piter?
Advancing our timetable would seem appropriate at this point.
Another blinding burst ofinsight.
How is it that I am blessed with such extraordinary counselors as these?
There is, ofcourse, the slight troop transport problem.
Our renegotiations with the Spacing Guild are notyet concluded.
Damn the guild and their navigators.
Even the emperor cannot move without the blessing ofthe Spacing Guild.
And what would you suggest, my most devious Mentat?
Offer an increase in spice royalties...
payable in advance from Rabbanīs own reserves.
You are out ofyour mind, you--
Get on with it, Piter.
We must try and turn this setback into our advantage.
Perhaps your incompetence will prove useful after all...
and hasten the day House Atreides must fall.
Youīre tired, Father.
Yes, I am tired.
The degeneration ofthe great houses has worn me out.
- Our house hasnīt degenerated. - Hasnīt it?
Your assassin didnīt arrive here without help.
Who could you suspect?
I can only suspect, I canīt prove...
and thereīs suspicion enough to go around.
It canīt be Gurney.
He knewyour assassin would be more valuable alive.
Gurneyīs impulsive, Father. He doesnīt have that kind ofcunning.
OrYuehīs intelligence.
Surely not Yueh.
His Suk conditioning would drive him mad first.
Never let sentiment cloud yourjudgment, son.
There is someone.
Sooner or later, you must face whoever it is.
So this is how it works.
They sow the seeds ofdistrust...
and get us to fear each other.
Learn this lesson well, son.
Ifyou want to hold Arrakis...
you must be prepared to fight fearwith fear.
Fear and power.
Thatīs our cue.
The man in silver...
is a stillsuit manufacturer in Carthag.
Inferior product to the Fremenīs.
The hard-faced woman next to him...
runs an escort service in Arsunt.
Impressive client list, Iīm told.
By the fireplace...
Lingar Bewt...
water shipper from the polar region.
The man to his right--
Spacing Guild representative. How could I miss him?
The man with Thufi r is EsmarTuek.
Smuggler. Highly successful.
He has fast ships...
ifwe need them.
Milady. Milord.
I was honored by the invitation.
You are always welcome here, Dr. Kynes.
We found the missing carryall, milord...
hijacked by Harkonnen agents who tried to sell it at a smugglerīs camp.
They are now dead.
We are indebted toyou, sir.
Miladywill see to it you have everything you need.
It will be my pleasure.
And my honor, milady.
I understand they lost another harvester to a worm.
Ifthey keep this up, theywonīt even have enough money to buywater.
Gentlemen and ladies...
Her Royal Majesty, Princess Irulan Corrino.
Your Highness...
your attendance is a most welcome delight.
My father sends you his enduring respect and affection, My Lord Duke.
The emperorwishes everyone to know ofthe confidence he has...
in House Atreides.
She brings the emperorīs Sardaukar killers as her bodyguards.
Water customs here are so fascinating.
Donītyou think, Your Highness?
When I arrived, my bathing towels were hurried away almost before I was dry.
To save their squeezings, I assume.
That is a safe assumption.
Nothing about this place is fascinating.
Ifit werenīt for the spice, no one would bother about it at all.
Fortunately enough...
for a water-seller likeyou, I would guess.
I enjoywatching the flight ofbirds here on Arrakis.
Many exist without anywater at all.
Carrion-eaters, you know.
Blood-drinkers.
A curious adaptation, donītyou think?
They are cannibals?
I said they drink blood...
not necessarily the blood oftheir own kind.
Why not?
Oneīs fiercest competition comes from oneīs own kind.
They eat from the same bowl.
Itīs said that Fremen drink the blood oftheir dead.
Isnīt that so, Dr. Kynes?
Not the blood, sir.
All ofa manīs water.
A necessitywhen one lives in the deep desert.
The human body is 70 percent water.
Surely a dead man no longer requires it.
At least here is honest merrymaking.
Careful, lad. That spice beer can go toyour head beforeyou know it.
Play, Gurney.
Letīs you and I at least have some peace.
When the son ofmy beloved duke orders me to relax...
then by God I intend to do so.
Is that howyou really feel, Gurney-man...
about my father?
Beloved?
You young pup.
IfI didnīt know better, I would take those words for an accusation.
It was a simple question.
Your father rescued me from a Harkonnen slave pit, boy.
Took me into his household.
Groomed me as his warmaster.
The man...
orwoman...
that raises a hand against him...
will have it cut offby me...
as a prelude to their death.
Iīve shamed myselfdoubting you, Gurney-man.
Thatīs enough, lad. No more ofthis.
Gentlemen and ladies--
I use the terms loosely, ofcourse--
I, the Baron Harkonnen...
have decided...
that the great seal ofourvenerable house...
that confused and ugly chimera, the griffin...
no longer adequately represents the ambition ofour appetites.
Therefore and henceforth, in conclusion and forevermore, ergo and et cetera...
our ample...
and royal self...
from this day forth and throughout the universe...
we shall be no longer known as House Harkonnen.
We shall be...
House Hog.
Now I know why they say your skill with a knife...
is exceeded only byyour mastery ofthe baliset, Gurney Halleck.
Is it Atreides custom to abandon an honored guest...
without even the courtesy ofa lame excuse?
Forgive me, Your Highness.
Careful.
Spice beer can go toyour head beforeyou know it.
So Iīve noticed.
You were expecting someone more delicate, perhaps.
Refined is the word I had in mind, actually.
Thereīs an ancient saying Iīve learned to trust--
'' Neverjudge a book by its cover.''
We are not all that different, Paul Atreides, you and me.
You donīt know whatyouīre talking about.
Oh, Iīve heard all about the moody Paul...
the grim Paul, the angry and unhappy Paul...
who has been exiled to Arrakis where, poor boy...
one day he will inherit responsibility...
for the greatest treasure in the universe.
And a never-ending struggle to defend it.
We both suffer the solitude ofour birthright.
Except that tomorrowyouīll return to the comfort ofyour palaces on Kaitain.
To the confinement ofits perfect gardens and lonely apartments.
Toyour servants and entourage.
With their slavish flattery and cautious conversation.
As an heir to an emperor.
Who damns my mother for bearing daughters instead ofsons.
Youīre mocking me.
No.
Iīm trying to interestyou.
Well...
areyou going to dance with me orjust stand there looking confused?
I didnīt want to come here, you know.
Being an ornament ofmy fatherīs diplomacy...
is hardly my idea ofa good time.
Butyou turn out to be more complicated than your reputation.
And I like complicated.
We have been looking foryou, Highness.
So nowyouīve found me.
- Haveyou been hurt? - Be still, Captain.
The princess has been under my protection.
Oh, please.
- Gurney, hold. - Stand down, Captain.
I said stand down, Captain.
Itīs late, Highness. The shuttle awaits.
- I am not ready to go. - Your father left strict orders.
You see?
Perhaps we should be the adults here.
Set an example for our hot-tempered friends.
You are more interesting than you appear, Paul Atreides.
I hope this wonīt be our last encounter.
My fatherwill no doubt reward you for such mindless obedience, Captain.
Muadīdib.
Father?
Duncan?
Forgive the abrupt arrival, milord...
but weīve taken a force of Harkonnen infiltrators.
The Fremen found them in the caves ofthe shield mountains.
One ofthe Fremen, Turok, was badlywounded.
- I rushed him here for treatment. - But he has died.
This is Stilgar, milord...
leader ofTurokīs tribe.
Weīve heard many things in the desert...
about Leto Atreides.
I hope whatyouīve heard...
will be the beginning ofa friendship between us.
My people...
have suffered long under the rule ofsuch as you.
No, not such as me...
nor any ofmy family.
All that changed...
when the House Atreides came to Arrakis.
Duncan?
Stilgar, this is my son, Paul Atreides.
Yes...
we have heard about him as well.
The Fremen want me to remain with them, milord.
He fights well...
and he has done his best for our friend.
It will reassure us.
Dual allegiance, milord...
toyou and to their tribe.
There is a precedent.
Liet serves two masters.
Let it be known among your people, Stilgar, that...
Duke Leto Atreides honors the sacrifice yourwarrior has made on our behalf.
I wish...
nothing but peace between us.
We thankyou for the gift ofyour bodyīs water, Stilgar...
and accept it in the spirit with which it was given.
Duncan Idaho...
yourwater now belongs to us.
The body ofTurok remains with your duke.
His water now belongs to the Atreides.
That is the bond between us.
Mapes?
Mapes, who did this? Who?
Traitor.
Who?
Guard dead.
Shields.
The shields...
Gurney!
Yueh.
God forgive me.
I had no choice.
Why? Why?
Because I need to save mywife.
We havenīt much time.
The Harkonnen will be in the palace soon.
Iīm giving you the final revenge, milord...
for this terrible thing Iīve done toyou and your family.
You will haveyour revenge, milord, I promise.
Just remember...
the tooth.
The tooth, milord.
When you have the baron face to face...
remember...
the tooth.
An emperorīs Sardaukar.
The duke! Where is the duke?
Not in quarters, sir. We canīt find theyoung master either.
Bastards!
No prisoners.
So...
as soon as the city is pacified, Piter...
remove all ofthe Sardaukar troops to our frigate.
No trace ofthe emperorīs involvement must ever be found here.
A pity she has to remain gagged.
She has such a...
magnificent mouth.
A pretty mouth...
with the sting ofa scorpion.
We know all about your Bene Gesserit witchery, my dear.
Perhaps I should cut yourvocal cords.
Then Piter could have his waywith you.
But then again...
perhaps not.
No blood on my hands.
I have no idea what happened toyou.
So when I see the emperorīs...
wrinkled old bitch ofa truthsayer...
I suppose Iīll just have to say...
'' Donīt know.''
Into the desert.
Let the worms clean up the mess.
The bodies must never be found.
He looks sufficiently paralyzed.
My halfofthe bargain, Baron.
I promised you the duke. There he is.
Well, itīs a delicious sight, Doctor.
Now itīs time foryour half.
And, believe it or not...
Iīm a man ofmyword.
Where is she?
You promised weīd be reunited.
You said youīd free her ifI did whatyou asked.
Well, Iīve done it.
So where is she?
Yourwife is free, my good doctor.
Completely free.
Free ofher mortal coil.
Free ofher physical cage.
I freed her.
I promised youīd be reunited, and Iīm a man ofmyword...
as nowyou can see.
You thinkyouīve defeated me, but--
Never trust a traitor...
not even oneyou create.
Well, my noble duke, areyou enjoying the show?
I hope so.
I keptyou alive soyou could witness every precious moment ofyour betrayal.
What?
Paul.
Oh, the boy. I donīt know. I had to leave him to the desert.
He and that gorgeous woman ofyours.
My men left them to explore the beauty ofthe sands ofArrakis.
Perhaps theyīll see some worms.
We couldnīt have all that noble blood all over our hands, now could we?
Oh, the emperor was quite insistent about that.
Oh, yes.
Your beloved emperor.
Just goes to show, never get more popular than the boss...
unless you intend to sack him.
Did I say that? How impolitic ofme.
I must be spending too much time with that idiot nephew ofmine, Rabban.
Still, you wonīt say anything, will you, my dear man?
Perhaps we should get on with it, then.
Get on with it?
This is kanly, Piter.
Vendetta.
And I am going to savor every minute ofit.
My family has hated the Atreides...
for generations.
They have been the sand in our eyes...
the stink at our meals.
These arrogant Atreides, always standing in ourway.
I want Leto...
to appreciate the beauty...
ofwhat Iīve done to him.
I want him to know that I...
Baron Vladimir Harkonnen...
am the instrument ofhis familyīs demise...
the extinction of House Atreides...
and the ascendance...
of House Harkonnen.
What did he say?
Tooth.
What did he say, Piter?
Tooth.
Need you more proof ofwhat heavenīs choice is?
Atreides is dead...
and Harkonnen lives!
Heīs dead.
Fatherīs dead.
What areyou doing?
We wonīt survive longer than a few hours in the open. We have to find shelter.
But Harkonnen patrols...
worms--
We have to take our chances.
One ofours.
Canīt take the chance.
Could be Harkonnen come to finish thejob.
Hurry! Harkonnen patrol ships are approaching fast!
Strap in.
What is this place?
A Fremen sietch. A small one.
Thereīs a storm coming. We can stay here till it passes.
Liet, we must talk.
Rest here.
How did you know where to find us?
Dr. Yueh sent a courier.
Said you were being taken to the Bled south ofthe mountain shield.
Milord.
Iīm supposed to giveyou this.
Harkonnen patrols are in the area.
They tracked our thopter.
They called you Liet.
Youīre the one, arenītyou?
The one whoīs never seen, the one who may not even exist at all.
Their leader.
I prefer the term ''guide'' to ''leader.''
Guiding them?
Until Mahdi comes.
- Harkonnen thopters approaching. - Milord.
- Youīre coming with us. - No.
- Theyīll kill you. - Me?
Iīm Dr. Kynes.
I work for the emperor. You remember?
Iīll just say I was your hostage.
Milord, please.
I must remain with the Fremen, milord, as I promised your father.
Just hold on.
We canīt lose them.
Paul, the storm! We canīt go into that!
We have no choice.
Nothing survives one ofthose storms.
Unless theywant to die, theywonīt follow us in, will they?
I must not fear.
Fear is the mind-killer.
I will face my fear, and I will let it pass through me.
When the fear is gone, there will be nothing.
Only I will remain.
There isalegendthat thenight HouseAtreides lostArrakis...
astarexplodedin theskies above theirhomelandon Caladan.
Muadīdib.
Another bad dream, Uncle?
No, itīs indigestion, thatīs all.
Miserable food here. I canīt wait to be offthis foul planet.
What areyou doing here, boy?
Theyīre dead, Uncle.
The Bene Gesserit witch and her son are both dead.
We discovered a Fremen sietch near where our thopterwas supposed to crash.
Theyīd been rescued by that Atreides snake Duncan Idaho.
The ecologist Kynes was with them.
The emperorīs man.
We killed Idaho, captured Kynes.
The witch and her son were last seen driving a thopter into a sandstorm.
Youīve seen the bodies.
Theyīre most certainly dead.
Youīve seen the bodies.
Nothing survives one ofthose storms, Uncle.
The wind was over 800 kilometers an hour.
Nothing survives.
How long have I been asleep?
Not long.
The storm passed a little while ago.
It was Yueh.
Heīs the one who betrayed us.
They had his wife.
You should put it on, Paul.
Youīre the duke now.
We have to get out ofhere.
I found some supplies stowed in the compartment by the hatch.
Paracompass, vision goggles, stillsuits.
But where will we go?
To find the Fremen.
Fremen?
Weīre going to need them...
to take backArrakis.
How do we know which way to go?
South.
Thatīs into the deep desert.
There were rumors ofsietch communities there.
Thatīs where weīll find the Fremen.
Or die trying.
Iīm all right.
Itīsjust the stress.
Iīm fine.
Please, Your Majesty, you must control your anger.
Did you think I wouldnīt find out?
Or did you think I wouldjust be too simpleminded to see the truth?
Leave us alone.
What happened on Arrakis was beyond my control, daughter.
An ancient feud between royal houses.
Donīt patronize me, Father.
Isnīt it enough thatyou used me?
Used you?
Sending me to the duke as a token ofyour support.
Making me a courier ofyour esteemed respect...
whileyou were plotting behind his back.
Quiet, child.
Orwas thatyour idea, Fenring?
That would be something your perverse mind would suggest.
- Watch your tongue, girl. - And what will you do ifI donīt?
Send me into the desert to die, like that poor boy and his mother?
No one sent them anywhere.
They fled.
Despite the baronīs efforts...
he assures me he did everything he could to secure them from harm.
You were involved, Father. I knowyou were.
- Oryou did nothing to prevent it. - Enough!
There will come a time, daughter...
when you will have to shed this naiveté ofyours...
and learn what it means to rule an empire.
And when that time comes, Father...
you may learn to regret it.
Itīs only another few kilometers, thatīs all.
Hurry. We donīt have much time.
The sun will soon be up full.
Weīll have some shade in here.
Ifthere are any Harkonnen patrols this far out, itīll be tough to spot us.
Suchapity.
A pity thatyou had to get mixed up in this business.
Iīm not mixed up in it, Baron.
Iīm the emperorīs servant.
Nothing more and nothing less.
Soyou did not lead them to that warren of Fremen scum?
That was Idahoīs idea. He had forged a friendship with them.
Oh, yes, yes, we know all about Idaho and his efforts on the dukeīs behalf.
A foolish, desperate gambit.
And where was that Fremen trash when he needed them, eh?
So...
what will you say...
when the emperor questions you about what happened here?
Whatīs your impression, hmm?
The desert is an indiscriminate executioner, Baron.
Well, I suppose that Bene Gesserit whore and her spawn...
have found that out, havenīt they?
Be sure he recalls his flimsy denials...
when heīs face to face with deathīs sweet smile.
Muadīdib. Muadīdib.
Tellmeabout the waters ofyourhomeland, Muadīdib.
On Caladan, we ruled byairandsea, Paul.
But here on Arrakis you need desert power.
Itīs calling toyou.
Tell me about the waters ofyour homeland, Muadīdib.
Itīll be night soon. Weīll move on.
- Did you get any rest? - Some.
- How areyou feeling? - Better.
Iīll try not to slow us down as much tonight.
How is my sister?
Iīm having dreams again.
Visions. Even when Iīm awake.
Iīve seen her, Mother, inside ofyou.
Even your father didnīt know.
Why not?
There wasnīt time.
What haveyou done to me?
- I gave birth toyou. - A freak.
- No, not a freak. - Then what?
This place is changing me.
Itīs the spice.
Itīs in the airwe breathe, in the food we eat.
I canīt escape it.
Drink it all.
The best place to conserve water is in your body.
The stillsuit will do the rest.
Ifwe stay on this dune, weīll reach those mountains a lot sooner.
Is that a good idea?
Itīs the most direct path.
You all right?
Yes.
Hold on.
That shouldnīt have happened.
I was careless about these dunes.
We lost our paracompass.
Can you hear that?
Worm.
It must have heard the sand fall. Run.Just run!
- I canīt see it! I canīt see it! - Donīt stop!
A thumper.
Someone called it away.
Did you smell it?
- Cinnamon smell. - Spice.
Everywhere.
When the worm came.
There had to have been people for this many plants to survive.
Fremen.
We have to find them.
Most intruders here regret finding the Fremen.
Donīt run, intruders. There is no escape.
I knowyou.
You are Stilgar...
the Fremen who came to see my father with Duncan Idaho.
That was a sloppy crossing you made from the crash.
You called a worm.
You were watching us all ofthat time?
- We didnīt seeyou. - You werenīt meant to.
Weīre wasting time here, Stil.
- This is the boy Liet told us to seek. - How can you be sure?
- I saywe take theirwater and move on. - Be quiet,Jamis.
As you can hear, I have a problem to solve.
My people are cautious and pragmatic.
Good qualities in the desert.
Better sometimes to miss an opportunity than invite disaster.
Your onlyvalue at the moment is the water in your flesh.
- You know the law, Stil. - Yes.
The law.
Tell them to stop hunting my son.
Tell them.
Leave off!. Leave the boy alone!
Doyou hear me?
Is this the wayyou welcome friends of Liet? Is it?
As leader ofthis tribe...
Iīm offering the weirding woman and her son sanctuary.
No Fremen anywhere will lay a hand on you whileyou have my protection.
For how long?
Donīt be a fool, woman.
Youīre fugitives from the Harkonnen.
Donīt be fugitives from us as well.
Merciful God!
Iīve heard of the weirding ways.
Imagine what a man could do with it.
No doubt we have much to teach each other.
You can come down, boy.
Your mother has shown herworth.
He wonīt move unless I say so.
Discipline. Good.
He is here.
He is unharmed.
We are coming down.
Leave me alone.
Made a lot ofnoise climbing.
He has much to learn.
Can you travel,Jamis?
He surprised me, thatīs all.
- Ofcourse I can travel. - Good.
We have now two with us who are not trained.
In squad lines with flankers.
We have to make Cave of Ridges before full sun.
Chani, you will be responsible for him.
My name is Paul.
Only until we giveyou a new one.
Follow me. Do exactly as I do.
Across there is home.
Sietch Tabr. Weīll be there tomorrow.
Tomorrow?
That must be hundreds ofkilometers from here.
It will be a hard ride.
The sun will be up soon.
Patrols sometimes come this far. We canīt let them see us.
When you give us your stillsuits, we will recoveryourwater foryou.
Here is some food.
Spice.
We donīt have delicacies from the cities likeyou are used to.
Itīs fine.
Sheīs the one, isnīt she-- the oneyouīve seen in your dreams?
I can tell by the way you stare at her.
I donīt know what it means.
Be careful, Paul.
We are new to these people, as they are to us.
Everything we say and do must be careful.
Predicting the future, then plotting to make it so?
These are superstitious people.
Ifwe are to survive...
it will be best to accommodate their legends.
Iīm the steward ofthe sand.
I am a desert creature.
A desert creature.
Not finished yet!
Still have work to do!
The pre-spice mass.
I am...
a desert creature--
Spice blow.
Somewhere to the east.
A large field from the looks ofit.
We have to send gatherers before Harkonnen pirates come for it.
You harvest this spice?
For bribes to the Spacing Guild.
Itīs Lietīs wish.
We pay them to keep our skies free oftheir satellites...
so that no one can know what we are doing here.
You will learn.
Amtal!
- I evoke Amtal. -Jamis.
What is this?
His way ofdealing with what happened the other night.
That was an accident.
He bested me because there was witch-force at Tuono basin.
- Amtal. Itīs my right. - You must not interfere.
Jamis has called him out.
Youīre starting something here youīre going to regret.
- Stilgar. - You must step back.
Ifyou know whatīs good foryou...
you will find an honorable way to leave this thing alone.
Silence!
I evoke silence. Sheīs trying to put a spell on me.
Ifyou try that again, weīll know itīs yourwitchcraft.
I wonīt be able to protectyou or the boy anymore.
Come. You canīt stop this.
A crysknife.
Our ritual weapon.
Use it well.
Mayyour blade chip and shatter.
Iīm gonna bathe this knife with your blood.
Firstyouīll have to find my blood.
- Doyou yield? - Yield?
Thereīs noyielding! Itīs to the death, boy!
Heīs never had to kill.
What?
Then heīd better learn.
Finish. Donīt toywith him.
Heīs bestedJamis.
This didnīt have to happen.
- It is ourway. - Yourway!
Killing each other.
No man recognizes leadership without the challenge ofcombat.
There is a legend among us...
that a voice from the out-world will come--
the Mahdi.
He will hold the key to our future.
It is said that a Bene Gesserit will be his mother--
a Sayyadina--
friend ofGod.
There are rumors aboutyou and your son...
from the city...
Liet.
You hope I am that one, that Paul is.
I hope and I fear.
Ifitīs true, your boywill have to call me out one day...
to challenge me for the leadership ofthe tribe.
The huanui is prepared. Itīs time.
Itīs ourway.
From water does all life begin.
The flesh belongs to the person...
but his water belongs to the tribe.
I was a friend ofJamis.
When the hawk plane fell upon us...
at Hole-in-the-Rock...
it wasJamis who pulled me to safety.
I was a friend ofJamis.
He taught me...
that when you kill...
you pay for it.
He sheds tears.
He gives water to the dead.
Jamis carried 33 liters ofthe tribeīs water...
counted and measured.
Combat water is entrusted to the winner.
Becauseyou fight without stillsuit...
you may regain the water you lost fighting.
Mayyou guard it for the tribe.
Preserve it against loss.
Be generous with it in time ofneed.
Mayyou pass it on in your time...
for the good ofthe tribe.
Needs a naming now, Stil.
It is time.
What would you have us call you, young Atreides?
Bywhat name doyou wish Fremen to knowyou?
What is the name ofthat little mouse?
The one in the desert?
The one thatjumps.
Muadīdib.
Is that the nameyou wish?
Wise in the ways ofthe desert.
Hiding from the sun, traveling at night.
We call him ''the teacher ofboys.''
Yeah. A fine choice.
So from now on...
you will be addressed as Muadīdib.
Wait for my signal. Then you must do exactly as I do.
Your lives will depend on it.
There.
Get ready.
Come on!
- What is that? - The one who will come--
Mahdi.
Itīs the gatherers Stilgar sent to the spice blow.
Give her some time, Muadīdib.
Liet is dead.
We found his remains at the spice blow.
- Dr. Kynes is dead? - Harkonnen treachery.
She loved her fathervery much.
It needs a new dew collector.
Tell me about the waters ofyour homeland, Muadīdib.
We had rivers ofit.
Great flowing veins ofwater.
From the snows ofmountains...
into lakes so wideyou couldnīt see the other side.
Oceans ofwater.
Our home was on the coast.
Great waves would hurl themselves against the cliffs.
They used to put me to sleep.
My father had a dream, Muadīdib...
a dream that one day...
we could change this place.
Make it more likeyour homeland.
Windtrap.
Plenty ofmoisture this morning.
My father is at peace.
We have thousands ofthese caches.
Only a few ofus know them all.
- I know this place. - No off-worlder has ever seen it.
I have!
In my dreams.
This is the waterwe will use to change the face ofArrakis.
As my father told us...
the voice from the out-world will come--
the Mahdi.
We will make a paradise ofArrakis...
and no man shall ever want forwater again.
Come.
You summoned me, Highness.
- I have a special errand foryou. - Iīm here to serve my lady.
Iīm sending you to the Harkonnen planet Geide Prime.
I wantyou to insinuateyourself among the fat baronīs family.
His nephew Feyd, a narcissistic type...
should be especially amenable toyour expert charms.
And how will you want me to use him?
I want to know what happened on Arrakis...
the night Duke Leto and his familywere killed.
I want to know how it was planned...
who was involved...
and I want to know who the Harkonnen allies were.
- Iīll do my best. - Iīve no doubt ofthat.
Just as you said, Stil.
Harkonnen greed for spice is the most reliable beacon in the universe.
Reconnaissance team on theground.
Groundrecon, proceedtospicepatch.
Anyone elsehearthat?
We didnīt even have to damage the īthopter.
The men will fly it to our caves at Bight.
That was our last communication.
There was no mayday, no evidence of wreckage when we went to investigate.
Thatīs the third īthopter this month!
The patch they scouted turned out to be mock spice.
- It was probably a plant to lure them. - Fremen scum!
We caught these in a raid last night, a village near the rim wall...
known to be desert sympathizers.
Mercy, Governor.
We are refugees. We need food.
Liar!
Spies, thatīs whatyou are!
Spies for the Fremen scum.
Fremen scum who raid my spice warehouses!
- Who destroy royal equipment! - No.
We are poor. We have no weapons.
He was trying to dispose ofthis when we caught him.
Send words to the filth ofthe desert!
Tell them whatyou witness here!
- Mahdi, Mahdi-- - Tell them this is what awaits them!
Mahdi!
Put that away, Feyd, and come here. I wantyou to see this.
The latest love letter from your brother.
Appears to be enjoying himself.
The moronīs appetite for killing never ceases to amaze me.
By the time heīs finished, there wonīt be a population left to rule.
Cheer up, lovely boy. I merely allow him to brutalize them...
to savage them, until you arrive--
the handsome Feyd, to rescue them from the beast Rabban.
Oh, theywill be ripe foryou, lovely boy.
Feyd the savior! There will be cheering in the streets.
You can even give them your brotherīs head as a gift ifyou like.
And then you will squeeze...
like the grips ofa vice...
so our treasuries become fat...
with the profit ofspice.
No man recognizes leadership...
without the challenge ofcombat.
- It is the way. - Call him out!
Call him out! Call him out!
What doyou see, Muadīdib...
when you go away like that?
Where is ityou go?
Many places, Stil.
Many roads.
Many choices.
These choices--
good or bad?
Itīs hard to know sometimes.
Either they are good choices or bad choices.
Arenītyou ever afraid, Stil?
Ofstorms?
Ofthe future.
The future, Muadīdib...
just is.
Theyīre like ghosts! Everywhere!
Need immediate evacuation!
Theyjust keep coming!
Need immediate evacuation!
We are ready, Muadīdib.
Itīs time.
We must hurry.
- Heīs waiting, Reverend Mother. - Who else knows heīs here?
No one. He made it clear on his arrival...
that we should summon you and no other.
The otherwitches must leave.
As you wish.
This visit is as indiscreet as it is unexpected.
Letīs hope the emperorīs curiosity isnīt aroused.
The emperorīs suspicions are easily moderated...
by his dependence on our services.
As you are so fond ofreminding us.
The navigators are concerned.
- Concerned? - They are disturbed about the future.
There is a problem on the horizon.
What kind ofproblem?
They are troubled by a nexus they canīt fully explore...
an intersection ofevents...
a meeting ofcountless delicate decisions...
beyond which lies a path...
they cannot see.
And where is this nexus?
Planet Arrakis.
House Harkonnen controls Arrakis now. The Atreides are dead.
It is not a matter offeuding royal houses.
We sense a higher order interfering.
A misstep could be catastrophic.
Then we understand one another.
Completely.
Weīll do what we can.
I thought...
I felt something.
The spice must flow.
The balance ofpower must be maintained.
Iīm awake, Chani.
Has there been anyword? A courier, perhaps?
No. The raids are in the Hagal basin.
Theywonīt risk communication until they are deep across the bled.
- Forgive me, Sayyadina. - Was there something else?
No, itīsjustyour skin.
My skin?
Weīve heard the stories about off-worlders--
the ones who come from water planets.
Skin so moist, itīs like cream.
- Muadīdibīs skin is like that. - Paul-- Muadīdib is still a boy.
I mean, he still has the glow ofyouth.
I say my prayers for his safe return.
We both do, Chani.
The smugglers transport our spice tribute...
to the cursed Spacing Guild.
The emperor never knows.
But bribes are dangerous, Stil.
They have a way ofgetting larger.
The safe way is the slow way, Muadīdib.
Bribes keep the skies ofour sietches clear.
Bribes buy us time.
Something wrong, Muadīdib?
I thought I saw someone I knew.
Iīll call the men, tell them to hold the smugglersī departure.
Let them go.
I mustīve been mistaken.
Gurney.
My fatherīs patience is wearing thin.
These troubles on Arrakis are proving difficult to manage...
and our time is running short.
I wantyou to make arrangements for a trip to Geide Prime.
Milady?
The baronīs nephew is having a birthday celebration.
The emperor ought to be represented, donītyou think?
Iīm in the mood for a party.
Besides, itīs time to shed some ofthis naiveté.
Sheīsnotgoing!
Iīm not going to allow that headstrong, meddlesome child...
loose in Babylon.
My God. What a catastrophe that would be.
The eldest daughter ofthe imperial house...
is lured by the lights of Harkonnen...
and his dreadful progeny.
Yes, catastrophe indeed.
But perhaps the seducer could be seduced.
The moreyou know ofthe baronīs schemes...
the more we are prepared for the endgame.
Our operatives on Geide Prime have limited access.
Your daughter, on the other hand...
has proved quite adept at intelligence gathering.
Gently chaperoned, I should think...
sheīd prove quite useful...
once again.
Youīveheard the voices fromyoursietches.
They say the Mahdi has come.
Butyou, the Naibs ofyour tribes, are still cautious.
You resist.
But I am offering you the future--
the future as Liet saw it.
- How doyou know what Liet saw? - Because Iīve seen it.
Here...
and here.
And once we rid Arrakis ofthe vile Harkonnen...
we can complete his dream.
I promise this.
Arrakis will become the paradise Liet imagined.
Youīll never rid Arrakis with guerilla raids, boy.
It will take all-out war.
Thatīs why Iīm asking you for hundreds ofyour bestyoung men.
I want to give them the weirding way...
so they can come back toyou and train hundreds more...
so those hundreds can train hundreds more.
And then hundreds will become thousands!
The Fedaykin.
A force to rival the dreaded Sardaukar.
A force to terrify the emperor himself!.
My father once told me...
that here on Arrakis...
one needed desert power to rule.
You are desert power...
and nothing can stopyou...
ifyou believe.
Soyou are the one.
Jessica ofthe Weirding...
our Reverend Mother Ramallo.
Mapes said you were beautiful.
She also said she pitied you.
I need no oneīs pity.
That remains to be seen.
There is much talk ofyou in the sietches.
I hear the people speaking ofthe Mahdi.
I hear them shout the name Muadīdib.
He is a natural leader...
like his father.
The men admire his courage.
It will take more than courage to survive whatīs coming.
The boy, he knows what it is...
thatīs happening here?
Heīs aware.
Youīve exploited our legends well.
We had to survive.
And you may...
for a while.
But remember this.
The very legend which protects you...
can also destroyyou.
- How areyou feeling? - Well.
Tired sometimes.
Healthy.
And growing fast.
I saw the one they call the Reverend Mother.
Yes, she came from the southern sietch.
- Why? - To see me. To seeyou.
- Sheīs Bene Gesserit. - One ofour missionaries.
Convenient.
Stilgar says youīve learned much.
Heīs tougher than Hawat everwas.
Chani is happy to seeyou, I noticed.
Why didnītyou marry him, Mother?
Because I loved him.
As long as your father remained unmarried...
some ofthe great houses could still hope for an alliance through marriage.
We both knew what that meant.
- There were no illusions. - You wouldīve allowed it?
- I wouldīve encouraged it. - Politics.
Yes. Politics.
While I was on thehajra...
I had dreams about this garden.
Except it wasnīt here. It was somewhere else.
Was I there?
And there were children...
playing, very happy.
A wonderful dream.
Doyou think itīs possible to love someone enough...
youīd be willing to give that person up?
I think there are times...
when itīs necessary to share the oneyou love...
with things greater than both ofyou.
Everything is connected...
one thing to another.
The living and the dead. The animate and the inanimate.
A system.
All parts functioning to serve the whole.
Smell the air, Muadīdib.
Cinnamon.
The pre-spice mass is below us.
Maybe a hundred feet or more, but ripe.
The Maker has left her nest long ago.
Her children havejoined together for survival.
They have grown.
They are losing water now.
It will mix with theirwaste.
Ifenough has accumulated...
a giant bubble offoam will heave up with tremendous force.
- Spice blow. - Trading places with the sands above.
The sun and heat will dry it out, and soon--
- Spice. - Treasure ofthe universe.
The worm is the spice.
So nowyou know.
Many ofthe little Makers will die in the blow.
The rest will swim up to become...
Shai-halud, the Great Worm.
We may capture a few, keep them stunted forWater of Life.
Thatīs enough for now.
When religion and politics ride in the same cart...
the whirlwind follows.
You are the Kwisatz Haderach, boy...
the one who can be many places at once.
You are the whirlwind.
Itīs almost night, Muadīdib.
Time to return to the sietch.
Youīve been dreaming.