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02 Children Of Dune Part 2 Of 3 -
Mini-Series Sci-Fi 2003 [H264-mp4] English

History is written
on the sands of Arrakis.

Muad'Dib is gone...

but his children remain...

almost grown...

and about to face the consequences
of their father's legacy...

a legacy fiercely guarded
by their aunt, Alia...

even as she struggles with the ominous
destiny of her own birthright.

Here I am.
Here I remain.

The Golden Path.

The path I couldn't take.

It's up to you now, my son.

The Golden Path is dangerous, son.

Leto.

I was hoping to see a worm.

You know they never come
close enough to see anymore.

The water has driven them away.

Everything's changing, Ghani.

Changing too fast.

You've had another vision,
haven't you?

My skin wasn't my own.

I was running across the desert
just so fast...

just running and running...

to Jacarutu.

I saw him there again,
our father.

- You sure it was him?
- Yes.

And he spoke of the Golden Path.

It frightens me.

I'm afraid of what it could mean
about us.

- We're not like Alia, Ghani.
- Are you sure?

Will you tell our grandmother all this
when we see her?

I don't know.
What do you think?

It might be wise
to understand her a bit better...

before we allow her
to understand us.

They've come for us.

Haven't they, Irulan?

I expect you both to be
courteous and respectful.

None of your sly comments.
She's a Bene Gesserit...

and she'll know if you're
keeping things from her.

Why should we
keep anything from her?

Do we have anything worth keeping?

That's what I mean, Leto.

Stilgar and I are almost
at our limits with your wit.

Worm sign.

I didn't see anything.

Perhaps a slightly higher altitude
would be advisable, Leto.

My father used to love being this close
to the ground when he flew.

And you, of course,
know this intuitively, don't you?

Just like how you knew to fly
without any training.

Don't forget your Bene Gesserit
training, Stepmother.

Fear is the mind killer.

I'm afraid she's about
to let it pass through her.

It's beautiful.

Simply beautiful.

Have we gone too far?
Have we forgotten?

Bless the maker and his water.
Bless his coming and his going.

May his passing cleanse the world.
May he keep the world for his people.

- Ba-Li-Kaifa.
- That wasn't funny.

Duncan!

Love!

You've taken
too much spice again.

I've opened a bottomless pit.

A swarm of locusts
is flying up to harass me.

Why can't I see, Duncan? Why?

See what?

The future.
My vision is incomplete.

The future. It's there, Duncan,
just out of reach.

Why am I always being pulled back?

Perhaps you should ask yourself
why is it necessary to see it.

- Don't patronize me.
- I don't patronize.

I care. That's all.

Why is she coming, Duncan?
Why now?

So that's it.

After all these years since she saw
her grandchildren on Caladan.

And in six months,
they will be of age.

Reason for me, Duncan.

Be my mentat for a moment,
not my husband.

No Bene Gesserit acts
without preordained plans...

without well-planned deceit.

And my mother, for all her independence,
is still a Bene Gesserit-Adept.

Clouds.

Moisture in the air.

- It seems almost a sacrilege.
- You sound like a Fremen.

I haven't forgotten the years
I spent among them.

I haven't forgotten
the honesty of their ways.

At times I wish
I'd never learned them.

I hate this planet, Gurney.
It took both the men I loved.

And it's still a place
of great danger, milady.

Rumors of assassination plots
are too numerous to ignore.

Stilgar has sent word
that even Fremen may be involved.

Desert partisans who blame you...

for Paul's interference
in the ecology of this planet.

I'm so weary of rumors.

They are the lifeblood of this empire,
I'm afraid.

Reason enough this trip
should have been delayed.

This way!

The tigers track the robes flawlessly.

Our friend Palimbasha
has done his job well.

It appears your patience
is about to be rewarded, milady.

Yes. I've waited many years, Tyek...

for just the right moment
to finish the Atreides.

Patience has been my only nourishment.

Our allies on Arrakis
continue to instigate civil unrest.

Alia's hold on power
is beginning to slip.

And now we have the means
to deal with Muad'Dib's twins.

- I hope milady is satisfied.
- Oh, I won't be satisfied...

until every bastard Atreides
is crushed...

beneath the jackboots
of the Corrino Sardukar.

Like the desperate pacing of giant cats
in the zoos of ancient times.

I wouldn't know.

I'm not the scholar you are,
young prince.

Back and forth.

Back and forth until they made
themselves sick, just like this worm.

Just like my mother...

with her futile schemes
to regain power for the House Corrino.

Your mother is an ambitious woman,
my prince.

Her ambitions tend to be
undisturbed by reality, I'm afraid.

You don't share her desire to regain
your grandfather's throne for yourself?

Only a fool covets power without
appreciating its delicate uses...

or fearing its inherent perils.

The world of Shaddam the Fourth
remains only in crumbling history books.

We hate the empire that defeated it,
but have no idea what we'd like instead.

The kind of society we once had,
I assume.

My mother may believe that's possible,
Tyek, but I'm not so sure.

I'm just not so sure.

I heard about your little stunt
in the desert.

Well, I prefer to think of it
as expert flying, but carry on.

With your encouragement.

Our father's memories
are very instructive.

Well, I suppose I should be grateful
I don't have to tell your grandmother...

you were lost to a worm
before she was supposed to see you.

That would have been an unpleasant task,
wouldn't it?

It's rumored my mother has resumed
her allegiance to the Bene Gesserit...

and you both know what the Sisterhood
thinks of those of us who are pre-born.

And you want us to pretend
to be something we're not?

I expect you to protect yourselves.

No more talk of your father's memories
or his spirit or his animus.

Surely one can distinguish
between being pre-born-

And being possessed.

For some, that's a distinction without
a difference. For us, that's dangerous.

But what if she's coming as mother...

as grandmother,
and not as Bene Gesserit inquisitor?

You share her memories, Alia. Surely,
her motives can't be that complex.

If my mother wasn't that complex,
neither of you would be here.

She would never have
betrayed her training.

She never would have had a son.

I would have been her firstborn,
not your father.

And none of this
would have happened.

I warn you,
enemies often appear as angels.

I hope you two
can tell the difference.

We're going to lose her.

We already have.

You're nervous, aren't you?

Why should I be?

You haven't seen her for many years.

Your grandmother and I
had an unsettled relationship.

But you wanted her affection,
didn't you?

Affection wasn't possible
under the circumstances...

but I am due some respect
after all this time.

Stil, please.

When you first came here
many years ago...

Muad'Dib told me his father said...

" Beauty has finally arrived...

to hold back the wilderness. "

In his honor, may I borrow
your duke's words today.

Good friend.

The imperial regent, my lady.

It's been so long.

Of course, you recognize
your grandchildren...

even after all this time.

I hope we can find time
to shed formality...

and get to know each other again.

The mother of Muad'Dib
has returned to us.

You must offer them
your blessing, Grandmother.

I see the hypocrisy of ritual
still thrives.

Sometimes it is necessary
to accommodate ritual-

In order to survive it.

Mother!

Reverend Mother.

I bring you a warning.

The blessings of Muad'Dib
have been corrupted.

The religion of Muad'Dib
is not Muad'Dib.

He renounces it...
as he renounces you.

All of you!

Muad'Dib is dead!

And sand will cover this place.

Sand will cover you.

Take them alive! Alive!

Get out!

Jacarutu!

It's impossible to guard against every
madman willing to suicide himself.

We try to limit
Alia's public appearances.

Are we sure she was the target?

In these times, anyone in
the royal family could be vulnerable.

I seem to recall times not long ago
that were not so different.

- And we survived them.
- As we will survive them again.

I heard the voices in the crowd
calling out Muad'Dib.

We don't know where he's from
or what his motives are.

They say he calls himself
the Preacher.

The people think he's Paul,
don't they, Stil, this Preacher?

- Some do. Some need to.
- What do you think?

His kind are blown in from the desert
every day. Messianicvagabonds.

And Alia's priests tolerate such heresy?

Her priests would like to flay him alive
for the heresy he spews.

But she won't allow it.
"Oh," she says, "he's harmless. "

It's because she thinks
it might be true, isn't it?

Well, we hope you'll be comfortable.
Let us know if you need anything.

Paul's gone, my lady.
He walked into the desert.

Blind. Alone.

Shai Hulud came for him.

He is gone.

I want to supervise the interrogation
of those we found on the street.

I'd like Gurney to go with you,
if that's agreeable.

- It would be my honor, Stilgar.
- And my pleasure.

This was their room.

Alia kept it exactly as they did.

We used to play here
when we were little.

It made us feel close to them.

For a moment, you almost imagined
that's who we were.

Didn't you?

You almost let yourself believe
that we were... father and mother.

It was not an unpleasant moment.

I've missed so much.

You've never been far from us,
Grandmother.

Your presence is always strong
within us both.

I thought we agreed
to let her rest first.

Seeing my grandchildren
is all the rest I need.

And there will be time enough
for our reunion, Grandmother.

Now is the time
for you and your daughter.

- They're complicated.
- Yes. What did you expect?

They're Paul's children.

He would be proud.

You've done well.

You look...

wonderful.

I try my best.

My people expect it.

The greening of the desert is proceeding
faster than I ever imagined.

Paul used to say
the only permanence is change.

I wasn't prepared for how much
the desert's retreating.

Only the great mother wilderness
of the south remains untouched.

We still meet with some resistance.

As I've noticed.

Some of the older naibs
have withdrawn from our council...

and taken their tribes
to the far regions.

We're better off without them.

- Some remain to attack you directly.
- We know how to deal with our enemies.

It must be so hard, the responsibility.

The loneliness.

- What can you know of loneliness?
- I've had my share.

Is that why you're here then,
'cause you're lonely?

I came to see my grandchildren,
to see you.

Don't try to conceal anything
from me, Mother.

I can read truth in the slightest tick
of human behavior.

This was your gift to me, remember?

It's in my blood. In my blood before
I was even born, thanks to you.

Don't interrupt me.

I am the regent of this empire.
I rule in Paul's name for his children.

I am the supreme authority here.
You abandoned me...

to fend for myself after Paul died.

I was only 15, Mother.

You had Stilgar. You had Duncan.
You had the Council of Naibs.

No one could challenge you.

You knew how I felt about this place.

And yet here you are,
after all these years, to judge me.

Just like that wicked
Bene Gesserit bitch who taught you.

- We were right to kill her.
- Abomination.

Abomination.
That's what she called me.

- Alia, I can't undo the past.
- But I can influence the future.

Paul taught me that well enough.
That's what you're afraid of, isn't it?

You're afraid I have Paul's vision,
his power.

No, my darling.

I am afraid that you will get lost
trying to achieve it.

I hate you.

I love you.

I will never forgive you.

Blasphemers!

Idolaters!

You fool yourselves...

with images of things
you cannot possibly understand.

You cripple yourselves
with these toads...

of ritual and ceremony.

They give you only fear.

And in return...

you give them obedience.

But I give you a warning.

Those who accept self-deception...

shall perish by that self-deception.

And those who pray for dew
at the desert's edge...

shall bring forth the deluge.

Milady.

Don't torture yourself.
He's mad.

He's a mere thunderclap in the night,
startling for a moment, then gone.

And if I asked you to kill him,
would you?

I wouldn't hesitate.

But I would advise against it.

I'd say it's not time
to move against the Preacher yet.

- Listen to him, darling.
- Let him gain some currency.

- He's so handsome, isn't he?
- Let our enemies rally to his ideas.

The man has flaws.

When the time is right,
they can be used to discredit him.

Just what the doctor ordered.

Better he is disgraced than martyred.

You're always good medicine
for my distress, Javid.

Whatever the cause
of that distress, milady.

Reverend Mother.

- They told me I might find you here.
- I was afraid it might be gone.

Paul- Muad'Dib
would never have permitted that.

He said your promise
to the old housekeeper Mapes...

would never be broken.

It seems a little silly now though,
doesn't it?

Considering the changes
that are everywhere.

People don't come to visit like they
used to, but still, it remains a symbol.

Symbolism is everywhere these days,
just like these weeds.

I'm truly happy to see you, Irulan.

Your devotion to my grandchildren
has been a comfort to me.

They are the source of my happiness.

And your occasional
exasperation, I hear.

They are... strong-willed.

As I would have expected,
considering.

And what else did you expect,
Reverend Mother...

considering?

I am- was a Bene Gesserit...

trained just as you were.

I know the Sisterhood has never lost
interest in the children's bloodlines.

Although they would never confide
as much to a defector like me.

Isn't it ironic, Irulan?

We're both Bene Gesserits...

who've deserted our sisterhood
for the same reason-

love.

Love of men who are now dead.

I did love your son, Jessica.

And I would have made him a good wife.

Instead I have satisfied myself
being a good teacher to his children.

And friend.

Nothing-

Nothing will harm them as long as
I can prevent it. Do you understand?

I don't know.

Perhaps it would be better
if I never became emperor.

I'm being selfish, I know.

But I think it's necessary
for me and Ghanima...

to have the freedom
to learn to live with what we are.

And what are you, Leto...

that you need this time
to find out about yourself?

Why don't you tell me?
That's why you're here, isn't it?

You remind me of your father.

And my grandfather?

My namesake.
Your beloved duke.

Such an admission would be
complicated, wouldn't it?

We may have to enter a realm of
intimacies that would make us both...

uncomfortable.

In a way, I find it reassuring...

that he lives on in you.

How little you understand
how he lives on in me.

Is that what you're struggling with?

Yes.

To know the future is to be
trapped by it, Grandmother.

My father knew it,
but he couldn't escape it.

I want more freedom than that.

A universe of surprises.
That is what I pray for.

Is such a universe possible
for someone like you?

Possible? Yes.

But is it desirable?

I have a difficult decision to make,
Grandmother.

Do I accept the Atreides mystique?

Dress myself in our myths?

Live for my subjects
and die for them...

or do I chose another path?

A Golden Path.

One that may change me,
change human destiny forever?

I don't understand.

No, I know you don't because
you do not understand time.

I can help you.

On the contrary, Grandmother.

It is I who will help you.

We must work together.

- We?
- Otherwise we're vulnerable.

- To what?
- Oh, stop being coy.

If you want to know how coy he is,
try playing this game with him.

This is not a game! Powerful forces
are conspiring against us.

Fremen rebels hate the way I'm cha-
we are changing their planet.

The damn Spacing Guild
can't tolerate our monopoly on spice.

They have no choice
but to accept it, Alia.

And now she is here.
I want to know what she wants.

No, Alia. What you want is for us
to engage in the spice trance.

Don't turn your backs
on your heritage.

Your father was
the greatest man in history.

He gave you such wonderful talents
that could be put to such great use.

- Why won't you use them?
- You want us to see things you cannot.

I need you to help me see.

To see the future.

Other lives hover in the enigma
of our consciousness, Alia.

Shared lives.

It's the curse of all pre-born.

They are the real danger.

Not the rebels, not the Guild,
not our grandmother.

You should understand that
better than most.

One day...

each of you...

will come face to face
with the horror of your own existence.

One day you will cry out for help.

One day each of you
will find yourself...

alone.

What if she's right?

Check.

Alia, come back. Alia.!

Stop it.
Alia, listen to me.

No. Listen to me, Alia.!

All of you, out.! Do as I say.!
Leave her alone.!

Get out of here.!
Leave her to me.!

So, Granddaughter...

you finally meet a spiritual gom jabbar.

We've learned much these past few days.

It was meant to look like rebel Fremen.

Tribes harboring resentment towards
the Atreides and changes to Arrakis.

- But I don't believe it.
- Why?

During interrogation,
the ones we captured...

cried out the name Jacarutu
and then... died.

- You tortured them?
- Post-hypnotic suicide compulsion.

The sound of the word alone
simply stopped their hearts.

Leto and I heard rumors of
Jacarutu Sietch when we first came here.

We could never find out
whether the place actually existed.

The name Jacarutu
is a synonym for evil, Jessica.

The Edwali tribe came from there.
They were water stealers.

The most heinous criminals
under Fremen law.

The first and greatest sin.

But the Fremen tribes banded together
to declare war on the Jacarutu.

The Edwali were slaughtered.

Their water spread upon the sands.

Jacarutu Sietch was declared taboo.

No Fremen was allowed to look for it.

But legend persists that
not all the Edwali were wiped out...

that some escaped to become known
as the Cast Out.

And you believe that these Cast Out...

might be responsible
for what happened the other day?

The possibility
makes my blood run cold.

If the Cast Out exist, they would
camouflage themselves as something else.

We would not permit them
to live if we knew.

Gurney, contact your old smuggler
allies, the ones in the deep desert.

See what they know about Jacarutu...

and the Cast Out.

If such a people still exist,
they could be our greatest threat.

I had full consciousness
long before birth.

Knowledge of all the lives
that came before.

The genetic rivers
flowing in my veins.

Reverend Mothers.

The Atreides.

My entire heritage...

alive... in me.

Ever present.

I had no defense against
their invasion of my mind.

And so you are stalked by fear.

Fear.

Always fear...

of judgement.

The pre-born are possessed.

The abomination.

Bene Gesserit rubbish.

If you succumb to the fear,
it will defeat you.

The trial of abomination
ends in death.

But we won't let that happen, will we?

We? You're dead!

I killed you.

Yes, you clever little minx,
you killed me and yet...

here I am.

Go away. Just go away!

Oh, but you need help,
Granddaughter.

The others in here,
they want your entire consciousness.

They want to drive you out, but I only
want a tiny little corner for myself...

an occasional moment with your senses.

Yeah. An occasional taste.
An occasional touch.

Oh, no one need ever know.

No! You murdered my father.

You tried to destroy my family.
You would have killed Paul.

Oh, yes, yes. All that, yes.
Of course I would have killed you.

I mean, you and your brother stood
in my way, but that's old business.

You won. I am dead.
Thanks to you, my darling...

I have only a fragile existence,
a mere memory self within you.

You are alive,
and I am yours to command.

And how little I ask in return.

Mine?

To command?

Oh, yes. Yours.
Yours, my precious girl.

Think of what we can
accomplish together.

Your power and my experience.

There will be nothing
standing in our way.

- The voices in my head?
- Will be silenced.

- My enemies?
- Will be destroyed.

No one will stand in the way
of our powers.

From this moment on,
the future... is ours.

It comes...
just like you summoned it.

No. It summoned me, Stil.

And may I ask why
we risked a sand-crossing...

- at night without bodyguards?
- Come, come, Stil.

How often do you ride
the sands anymore...

when you want, where you want...

calling a worm instead of riding
with a flock of thopters?

How often-

How often do you arm the thumper
and just go...

like the Fremen you used to be?

Used to be?

Do you know
in many corners of the universe...

this delicate thing...

is considered a wondrous beauty?

But here-

here it's a symbol...

a symbol of the corruption
infecting Arrakis...

that wouldn't exist but for the changes
we're enforcing on this place.

Changes inspired by your father.

Now that's the official Stilgar
speaking, the government Stilgar.

The Fremen Stilgar is still repulsed
at this alien life, isn't he?

- I have a serious problem, Stil.
- So I've gathered.

The problem with me
is the problem with this place.

My father, he-
he left so many things undone.

I don't understand.

A good ruler doesn't need to be
a prophet, Stil, not even god-like.

A good ruler has to be
sensitive to the ones he rules.

The ancient meaning of the Fremen word
"naib" is "servant of the sietch. "

When the owner dies,
the chrysknife dissolves, yes?

It is our legend.

Muad'Dib has dissolved,
but his chrysknife has not.

Stil, a new path must be taken...

one that may require me
to demystify my own father.

To destroy his legacy.

These are not sentiments
I'd share with your aunt...

or her priests, young lord.

Beware Alia, Stil.

She's no longer your friend.

And, Stil...

you must promise
to protect Ghanima.

If anything should happen to me-
anything-

my sister will be your only hope.

You were in the desert.

Yes. I- I couldn't sleep.

I could have kept you company.

You were sleeping.
I didn't want to disturb you.

You used to. All the time.

We'd sneak out of the sietch together.
No one ever knew.

Sometimes we wouldn't
be back till dawn.

I had to talk to Stilgar.

Oh. I see.

Ghanima, we may have to face
some of what's coming apart.

That doesn't mean
you have to face it alone.

The Atreides man
named Gurney Halleck...

is being sent to the desert
to ask questions.

Sooner or later, he will encounter
someone who can be bought.

Then we must make sure
he buys the right answers.

What shall I do
with the blind fool, Father?

He can still be useful.

Take him into the desert
until we need his sermons again.

Out of chaos comes civil war.

Fremen and Atreides
destroying each other.

The water of our enemies
will feed our revenge.

Our suffering will be repaid
a thousandfold.

Jacarutu.

I should never have left here.

It was a cowardly thing to do.

You lost so much here.

I know it.
Leto knows it.

Even Alia must know it, in a way.

It helps, doesn't it?

The Litany Against Fear.

You were thinking it, weren't you?

Fear is the mind killer.

Ghani, I've decided
I want you to know my fear.

Fear I've kept hidden too long.

I fear for those who are pre-born.

Just before we came to Arrakis
the first time...

I brought a Reverend Mother
to meet your father.

- He was just a boy.
- I remem-

I've been told.

The Reverend Mother brought a nerve
induction box, tested Paul with it.

I was forbidden to interfere.

He might have died.

But he survived.

Of course, you remember this
in a way that I cannot.

Then that's what your fear is.

The memories I've inherited.
The possibility of possession.

The possibility of abomination.

Not you.

I'm sure of that now.

But you're not sure about Leto.

Is he strong enough, Ghani?

Leto? Can he survive
what's coming?

- What is it that's coming?
- The Sacr-Nabai.

The Golden Path.

Leto used those words
when he and I were together.

He has visions...

of a pilgrimage
deep into the desert...

a journey to a faraway place...

where he sees our father...

and speaks to him
of how things must change.

Change?

How?

He can't tell me.

I think he's holding things
back from me.

But I know this: It's not possession,
and it is not abomination.

And when it is my brother's turn
to be tested...

he too will survive...

just as our father did.

The man has arrived to take you
deeper into the desert.

He says he will help you find
what you're looking for.

So now it has been decided
We'll go into the desert.

So you are the Atreides man,
Gurney Halleck.

I don't like it.

Why would the Corrino family
send gifts to Muad'Dib's children?

An attempt to curry favor with
the future emperor and his sister.

You don't believe that
any more than I do, Duncan.

Nothing is ever as it seems
with my sister.

Even an innocent gift of clothing
can be dangerous.

But how?

I want these examined thoroughly.

Report back to me before they're given
to the children. Is that understood?

I can feel your suspicion, Duncan.

You're wondering if there is
something more complex in my motives.

The history of what brought a Corrino
princess into House Atreides...

is not easily forgotten.

Plans within plans,
is that it, mentat?

Do you doubt my allegiance
to this family?

Allegiances once changed
can change again.

Our sources in the palace assure me...

the robes were delivered.

The catalyst is well-hidden.

Little, precious Irulan
will never find them.

Well done.

Alia's paranoia is growing
stronger day by day.

She sees enemies everywhere.

And her only solution-

more and more repression.

Exactly as we want.

The more terror we sow,
the more fear and confusion we harvest.

The more severely Alia responds...

the more Fremen
she drives into the south...

the sooner they will openly rebel.

And then with the twins
out of the way...

Alia will be more vulnerable than ever.

But we mustn't let Farad'n know
about our plans until they're done.

He doesn't have the stomach for it.

How dare you?

These robes are gifts from
Prince Farad'n. A gesture of goodwill.

An opportunity to ease
tension between the houses.

Javid arranged for this himself.

With the regent's approval, of course.

I had to satisfy myself.

Satisfy yourself?

That there was
no subterfuge, no danger.

You insinuated yourself
into a diplomatic matter...

that's none of your business.

The safety of the twins
is every bit my business.

You bloodless bitch.

How is it that I'm blessed with such an
extraordinary counselor as you, Irulan?

What devious finger of fate
turned you from a Corrino toad...

into a simpering Atreides
sycophant?

That's enough!

No, it's not nearly enough.

From now on, my niece and nephew
are no longer under your care.

- You can't do that.
- I am the regent of the empire.

I'm their guardian.
I rule in their name.

That's right.
And don't let them forget it.

Perhaps you should rest.

How can I rest, Mother, when I'm
surrounded by such incompetent fools?

Do you see what's become
of my world, Mother?

Do you see the chaos I must endure?

Yes, I see it.

I'm afraid I see it all too clearly.

- Get rid of them.
- Get out.

All of you, out.

Come.

Still the same arrogant
Bene Gesserit cow.

You must forgive my daughter, Irulan.

She let temper get in the way
of judgment this afternoon.

She let her words run away with her.

Do not concern yourself with me.

I know what it's like to be in her place.

I know how lonely it can be sometimes.

I understand.

At the same time, you're never alone.

There are always people who need you.

Life in a court can be suffocating.

Easy to lose your perspective.

I'm glad we can be honest.

I feel that I can trust you.

My only concern is for their safety.

Take care of your own well-being.

Thank you for your concern.

You're very important to me.

I will letAlia know that I bear no ill
feelings because of her harsh words.

You're very understanding.

There they are. Those two.

Can you see them?

We have a shuttle waiting.

Leto, come.

Hurry.

Anybody who had a hand in helping
the twins get out of the city...

must be arrested and brought to me.

I will make an example
of all who defy me.

Get out!

This is my mother's doing.

I want her dead.

- Now.
- No, my dear. Not just yet.

Patience, my dear.
Patience and calm.

That is the palliative
for fury and despair.

Everyone is turning against me.

Oh, don't worry, child.

There are many clever ways to rid
oneself of a troublesome witch.

Your efforts to the contrary, I suppose.

Well, unfortunately, my efforts
were, shall we say, interrupted...

by a wonderfully devious
and cruel little girl.

You took great pleasure
in the act, as I recall.

I had to admire your ruthlessness.

Had you only been a few years older-

Why am I even listening to you,
you perverted old fool?

Because I am here to help you.
Because I'm the only one you can trust.

What you must do
is take care of your mother in public.

Why don't you call in that lovely boy?

The priest.

Javid, eh?

Mix business with pleasure perhaps?

You were right, Muriz.

Her paranoia deepens
with each passing hour.

- She's ordered immediate retaliation.
- Good.

The more the repression,
the greater the rebellion.

The greater the rebellion...

the sooner our enemies
slaughter each other.

Get word to that Corrino witch.

Tell her we continue
to work our mischief.

Even though she's not
of council any longer...

I have asked Lady Jessica...

adored mother of Muad'Dib...

to join us for the ritual
of supplication.

We bring before the holy family
a Kedeshian troubadour...

a miserable wanderer...

who has lost everything
but the clothes on his back...

and now must beg the court for-

Mercy, Holy Mother.

I am Gadian Al-Fali...

naib of Sietch Gara Kulan.

My ladies, do not listen to this man.
His appeal is not approved.

I am here concerning
a matter of the desert.

A matter of the desert is a concern
of great magnitude, Fedaykin.

But, Reverend Mother-

Yes, milady.
I am Fedaykin.

Once offering his life
at the side of Muad'Dib.

This is not the proper forum for-

We will hear this matter of the desert.

We have abandoned our friend
the desert, Holy Mother.

Shai Hulud no longer roams the sands.

He cannot be found except in the empty
quarters, far from our people.

The superstitious of the inner desert...

have always feared
the transformation of our land.

A land where nothing grew.

Now there are plants.

They spread like maggots
upon the wound.

There are clouds in the sky...

and rain.

Precious mother of Muad'Dib,
rain from the sky of Dune.

It is a death to us all.

We only do what Liet
and Muad'Dib intended us to do.

Would you challenge their holy words?

And what of the worms then?

There will always be some desert,
some worms.

As go the worms,
so goes the spice.

And if the spice does not flow,
what coin do we have to buy our way?

Silence!

These are matters of state.

And you will not challenge
the wisdom of this government...

to do what it decides is best.

The rabble of the desert must be
made to comply with our judgment.

It is we who rule here...

not the mob of the sands.

There are those of you who fear I have
returned to Arrakis as a Bene Gesserit.

That I have abandoned my loyalty to the
Atreides partnership with the desert.

But since the day the Fremen...

gave life to me and to my son...

I have always been Fremen.

And I will always be Fremen.

Be quiet!

We cannot abandon the desert.

My daughter is lying.

The worms will not survive
if the desert shrinks.

She knows this.

Spice production will slow...

until it is only a fraction
of what it has been.

And when that happens-

We'll have a corner on the scarcest
commodity in the universe.

You will have a corner in hell.

Fedaykin, we who have been scorched
know how to stand back to back.

I have men here, milady.

When religion and politics
ride in the same cart...

the whirlwind follows.

The Golden Path.
It's up to you now.

The desert storm
that can't be stopped.

The whirlwind.

Leto, don't.

The Golden Path is dangerous.

The path I couldn't take.

You were having
another vision, weren't you?

Events are moving faster
than we anticipated, Ghani.

We have to go now.

To Jacarutu?

The answer is there. I know it.

We can't turn back.
We have to finish this.

Muad'Dib, the god,
must be destroyed.

We must find the Golden Path.

It's a dangerous path.

It's the only way out of the trap.

He saw it at the end.

Father's last vision.
He knew it was possible.

Don't you see?
That's why he left.

He left it to us.

You're not telling me
everything, are you?

There are things you've seen
that you keep from me.

I can tell.

Only things that
I don't even understand...

yet.

But I have faith, Ghani.

Faith that no matter what happens,
when the time comes...

we will both know what to do.

Are you sure we can make it?

I'm sure that if we don't try,
we'll have failed.

I'm afraid.

Fear is the mind killer.

- I will face my fear.
- I will let it pass through me.

We are ready for tonight.

- Have you seen that one?
- The one who's gone over to our enemies?

Without doubt. Palimbasha.

I saw him in the bazaar
atArakeen with the tigers.

No doubt he has his part to play.

You ready?

I find it ironic that we're using gifts
from our enemies as means of escape.

But you're enjoying
the charade anyway, aren't you?

- You know me too well.
- Yeah, too well.

Which is why you must promise me
we'll only be as reckless as necessary.

Only as necessary.

It won't be long
before the alarm goes out.

There. The way to Jacarutu.

They'll never think
we've gone in that direction.

We can rest here until arrangements
are made to get you out of the city.

Unless something is done...

civil war is inevitable.

We must get a message to Stilgar.

He must call for a council of naibs.

We must bring a trial
of possession against Alia.

You know what that will mean,
Reverend Mother.

She is your daughter.

I know what it means.

An official warrant
for the arrest of Fedaykin Al-Fali...

and his confederates
from Sietch Gara Kulan.

Post it in every city.
Send word to every sietch.

The conspiracy to murder
the imperial regent...

and kidnap the mother of Muad'Dib
must be crushed without mercy.

Are you looking at me
or analyzing me, Duncan?

I'm gathering data.

You must find her, Duncan.

You must find her and return her to me.

Surely your data must
point to the danger I'm in.

We are in.

Perhaps your lover would be
a better comfort to you than I.

I've made so many mistakes,
Duncan. So many mistakes.

Because I've been afraid.

I'm ashamed of my weakness.

Please try to forgive me.

I lost my temper in there, Duncan.

I know it was a mistake,
but I can fix it.

It was an accident
of fatigue, nothing else.

I can make everyone understand.

Everyone except her.

You have to deal with her.

She is your mother.

She is Bene Gesserit
no matter what she said in there.

And those damnable hags would like
nothing more than to put me to the test.

Please, Duncan.

Please.

You're the only one I can trust.

You're the only one
who loves me enough.

You must eliminate her.

No harm must come
to House Atreides.

No matter what the cost.

You handled that well.

Shut up.

As you wish, milady.

We found their clothing
near the bakery, Stilgar.

We're certain they're
no longer in the sietch.

They must be wearing those robes
they brought from Arakeen.

But our search parties can't find
a single trace of them in the desert.

They won't. Not unless
the children want them to.

They do not appreciate
my presence here.

These are puritans,
Reverend Mother.

What they do not like
is what's become of their revolution.

Then I must convince them
that neither do I.

A messenger has arrived under
immunity of Stilgar. It is urgent.

You have a message
from Sietch Tabr.

Fali, hold!

Your grandchildren are missing.

I'm to bring you to Sietch Tabr
as soon as possible.

You can't go with him, Holy Mother.

He is a ghola.

He was my duke's most trusted warrior.

He died once, saving Muad'Dib's life...

and mine.

But he is Alia's husband.

He is still Atreides.

It is my daughter who is not.

We don't have much time.

What about these Fedaykin
who have helped me?

Alia has issued a warrant against them.

- Crimes against the Imperium.
- Of course she has.

Stilgar has offered sanctuary
if they can make it to Tabr.

Then that is what you will do.

When the imperial agents
find this place...

there must be nothing left but
the wind howling through the rocks.

As the Holy Mother commands.

May Shai Hulud
clear the path before you.

Is it true about
my grandchildren, Duncan?

You would not have come
if you didn't believe it, milady.

Stilgar suspects they may have
seen this crisis coming.

He fears they've gone
into the desert.

I made many mistakes
with my daughter, Duncan.

There have been many mistakes, milady.

And I repeated most of them.

She will not survive
the trial of abomination.

This is not the course
for the Sietch Tabr, is it?

No, milady, it is not.

Are you going to tell me
where you're taking me?

Somewhere even Alia
won't think to look for us.

I don't think they saw us.

I don't think they were looking for us.

We don't have much time.

We have to make
those rocks before sunset.

Search parties will be certain
to come out this far now.

- That's not a worm.
- But an animal.

More than one.

It's closer now.

Much closer.

Move!

- There's a cave up there.
- Run.

Get in!

The saga of Dune is far from over.