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Power over Spice

is power over all.

Imperial Diary. Year 10,191. Third comment.

The battle for Arrakis took everyone by surprise.

There were no witnesses.

The Harkonnen operation was perpetrated overnight,

without warning or declaration of war.

By morning, the Atreides were no more.

All died in the dark.

And the Emperor said...

nothing.

Since that night, my father has not been the same.

Nor have I.

His inaction is difficult for me to accept.

For, I know he loved Duke Leto Atreides like a son.

But my father's always been guided

by the calculus of power.

This would not be the first time the Harkonnens have done his dirty work.

In the shadows of Arrakis lie many secrets...

but the darkest of them all may remain.

The end of House Atreides.

Sister, Father is dead.

Shouldn't you go back to the stars,

be with him?

I'm afraid I won't have enough time to fix things before your coming.

This world is beyond cruelty.

Enemy.

Stay here.

Down. Right.

They're close.

Do you hear that?

The rats are calling a worm.

Worms!

Unit, climb. Now!

Look for wormsign.

We're okay.

Shields!

No Shields!

I got you, rat.

Never stand with your back towards the open.

How many times do I have to tell you that, huh?

You okay?

- Yeah. - How 'bout her?

She's fine.

They do not usually venture this deep.

They wanna make sure no Atreides escaped.

You think too much of yourself.

No, no, we are in the deep desert.

Only Fremen can survive here.

They were here for us, not for you.

Don't worry.

I'm taking you somewhere they will never find us.

Filthy water.

It's full of chemicals, but good enough for cooling systems.

Don't let it out.

- You okay? - Mm-hmm.

Don't let that out.

Don't let it out!

I'm okay. Are you sure?

Mm-hmm.

You fought well...

once you woke up.

I wasn't sleeping.

No, no, no. I'll do it.

Lor-- Lord Rabban.

Now that the spice fields have been secured,

I strongly recommend bringing all troops out of Fremen territories.

We're losing too many men to the desert.

Rats.

- I beg your pardon? - We're losing men to rats.

Fremen! I can't confirm, my Lord.

Communications are hectic in the open sands.

Your orders were to control the whole planet.

- We are. - I see only half of it.

As you may recall,

the South is uninhabitable, my Lord.

May I suggest you get some rest?

Rats! Hairy rats!

Kill them! Kill them! Kill them all!

Kill them all!

Rats!

He's asking why we're so late.

He thinks you're spies.

You're not welcome here.

- He said-- - I got that.

Thanks. Stay close to me. Hmm?

Sietch Tabr.

Jamis! Jamis!

You killed Jamis!

Spies!

Witch!

Stop! Stop!

They don't know what they're saying.

Lisan al-Gaib! Lisan al-Gaib!

Mahdi!

Lisan al-Gaib!

I need your guidance with the two foreigners.

Give them back to the desert.

I saw the signs.

Again.

Stilgar, your faith is playing tricks on you.

The Lisan al-Gaib has not shown his face yet!

He killed Jamis in a fair fight.

He speaks our language.

He will quickly learn our ways.

I'm ready to pledge my life for him.

The desert will handle his fate.

What about the woman?

Look how your Bene Gesserit propaganda has taken root.

Some of them already think I'm their messiah.

Others...

false prophet.

I must sway the non-believers.

If they follow me, we can disrupt spice production.

That's the only way I can get to the Emperor.

Your father didn't believe in revenge.

Yeah, well, I do.

What is happening?

Too spicy for the foreigner?

What is it?

There is spice in the food.

He'll look pretty with blue eyes.

Don't mock him.

He deserves our respect. He's a good fighter.

Woman.

Come with me.

To the well, our water we return.

We bless our brother, Jamis.

Thirty-eight million decaliters.

None of us, even dying of thirst, would ever drink this water.

This is...

sacred.

Jamis' water.

We have a thousand such places.

When we have enough water,

the Lisan al-Gaib will change the face of Arrakis.

He will bring back the trees. He will bring back...

a Green Paradise.

So many souls.

Never give your water away, not even for the dead. Hmm?

Why are you showing me this?

Because you are Bene Gesserit.

Because you understand the prophecies.

The mother of the Lisan al-Gaib will be a Reverend Mother.

Our Reverend Mother is dying.

You want me to take her place?

Yes, I do.

You believe in Paul?

There are signs.

Yes.

What if I would refuse?

Mmm. Then, he's not Lisan al-Gaib,

and you have no purpose to serve.

What else is left to do then but to return your water to the well?

Huh.

It's an honor, isn't it?

I think you should feel honored.

Well, it was a choice between this or death,

so, you know, forgive me if I'm not flattered.

How does one become a Reverend Mother?

It's different from one culture to another.

Here on Arrakis, I have no idea.

You're afraid.

Reverend Mothers are tasked with holding the memories

of all the Reverend Mothers that came before them,

so I'll be given centuries of pain and sorrow.

Is it dangerous?

It's lethal for men.

That's for sure.

What are you guys laughing about?

Don't bother.

You don't believe in all this?

No, we don't.

These are old Southern beliefs.

Southern beliefs?

Southern tribes believe a messiah will come to deliver us from evil.

You don't believe in the Lisan al-Gaib?

We believe in Fremen.

Amen.

You want to control people, you tell them a messiah will come.

- Mm-hmm. - Then they'll wait for centuries.

Now, we must pray.

What about him?

- Stilgar? - Mm-hmm.

He's from the South. You didn't notice his accent?

What'll happen to my mother?

She'll drink worm piss.

Not funny.

He's about to lose her.

If she's stupid enough to drink poison.

Shut up! We are praying.

I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer.

Fear, the little death that brings total obliteration.

I will face my fear. I will...

Here is the Water of Life.

It frees the soul.

If you drink,

you shall die.

If you drink,

you may see.

Drink!

What is it?

Drink!

What have we done?

She is pregnant.

That was no miracle!

You saw it with your own eyes!

The mother of the Lisan al-Gaib

shall survive the Holy Poison

and She did, as written!

Her people wrote that!

Blasphemy.

The prophecy has been accomplished.

The Mahdi must be Fremen!

Arrakis must be freed by its own people!

She's right. She's right!

It's no miracle.

My mother was trained to do that.

Poison transmutation is something advanced Bene Gesserit can do.

I'm not the Mahdi.

I'm not here to lead.

I'm here to learn your ways.

Let me fight beside you. That's all I'm asking.

The Mahdi is too humble to say He is the Mahdi.

Even more reason to know He is!

As written!

How are you?

Better.

How is she?

She was frightened, but she's...

she's okay.

Paul.

She talks to me.

She believes in you.

She says...

Kwisatz Haderach, show us the way.

You're so close now.

Only one step remains and you will become the Kwisatz Haderach.

Only one step remains.

You must do what I did.

You must drink the Water of Life.

And your mind, it's gon-- it's gonna open and you will see.

You will see!

The beauty and the horror!

If you wanna fight with us, first thing, you must learn

to be one with the desert.

So, here is a tent and enough food.

I want you to cross that small erg and come back.

Travel by night.

You know how to use a paracompass?

- Yes. - Oh.

Anything else I should know?

Uh, beside the worms and the Harkonnens,

beware of the trapdoor spiders.

Centipedes are very nasty. Not the big ones.

They are harmless.

But the little ones, you have to worry about. And... Oh!

Don't ever, ever listen to the jinn.

- The jinn? - Jinn.

Desert spirits.

They whisper at night.

They, they can possess you.

Really, be careful. They are demons.

But it's true. Don't listen to them.

He doesn't know how to cross.

Stilgar is going to get him killed.

What is he trying to prove?

What do you think?

"The Prophet shall know the ways of the desert."

I think it's for the best.

What's this?

You care for him now?

He's not like the other strangers.

He's sincere.

Jamis.

You sandwalk like a drunk lizard.

Yeah, I'm doing pretty good so far.

Yeah, well, you're not even in worm territory yet.

You have to break up your rhythm.

Like this.

Now, that's interesting because in the filmbooks I've studied,

the anthropologists say, in order to properly sandwalk, you actually have--

Never mind. Please keep going.

You know, I'm the only one who believes you're gonna make it until summer?

Everyone else thinks you won't make it two weeks.

If you wanna follow us in the desert,

you need to know how windtraps work.

So, listen to me.

They're simple, but they require constant attention.

Uh, this right here, it captures the moisture

and then it carries it into that pocket.

Uh, and these are the filters.

They need to be changed every three days.

What?

Stop looking at me like that.

He's training with the Fremen.

He will be back soon. Don't worry.

Mm-hmm.

You're right. If we want to protect your brother,

we need all the Fremen to believe in the prophecy.

We must convert the non-believers one by one.

We need to start with the weaker ones.

The vulnerable ones.

The ones who fear us.

Hey, get out of here. Go.

You okay? Yeah.

Let's go! Move!

Load.

Chani!

Reload!

Ugh! Reload.

Oh, watch out!

Its shield will only open when it fires.

I know that. What do you think I'm trying to do?

I'll trigger it. On my signal. Be ready.

Go!

Ah, shit!

Go! Go!

You saw what he did.

He saw it coming,

and he saved her life.

He saw it.

He can foresee.

Muad'Dib likes his smell.

Who taught you to fight like that?

- My old masters. - Hmm.

They were close friends.

They were massacred. Alongside my father.

You've been fighting the Harkonnens for decades.

My family's been fighting them for centuries.

I know everything about them. Their habits, their ways of thinking.

You know everything about the desert.

You harness the very power of it.

We can stop them together, bury them in the sand where they belong.

So that this planet can be yours once more.

What would you have us do? Huh?

What would you do, Stilgar?

I? I would... would strike even further north.

Then I will go further north.

And the further north you go, the more likely it is you die.

Then I'll die.

Maybe you will too.

But the others will keep going.

And they won't stop until the Fremen are free.

He deserves to be Fredaykin.

He needs names, Stilgar.

He does!

I see strength in you.

Like Usul.

The base of the pillar.

Come, come.

You shall be known among us as Usul.

- Usul. - Usul.

Usul. And now, a Fedaykin is a fighter

and needs a war name.

You must choose.

How do you call the, uh...

The small desert mouse, again?

Muad'Dib? Muad'Dib.

No, no, no.

Muad'Dib is wise in the ways of the desert.

Muad'Dib...

creates his own water.

The constellation that points to the North Star, we call Muad'Dib.

"The One Who Points the Way."

That is a powerful name.

Now you are our brother. Mmm.

Paul Muad'Dib Usul.

Muad'Dib Usul.

Muad'Dib Usul.

Muad'Dib Usul.

Muad'Dib Usul. Mm.

Muad'Dib.

Usul.

Hey! Stilgar!

Father, I found my way.

It's breathtaking.

Hmm.

Look. Right there. Spice.

Arrakis is so beautiful when the sun is low.

Where you're from, does water really fall from the sky?

Oh, hm, yes.

Sometimes it rains for weeks on Caladan.

Where you see sand here, imagine water.

Our castle stands on cliffs high above the sea.

If you dive in, you can't reach the bottom.

- You dive in? - Yes, it's called swimming.

I don't-- I don't believe you, Usul.

Usul.

What's your secret name?

Sihaya.

- Sihaya. - Hmm.

What does that mean?

Means Desert Spring.

"Desert Spring."

- I love it. - I hate it.

It's from some stupid prophecy.

I prefer Chani.

I prefer Chani too, then.

Do you think Stilgar would teach me?

To ride? Yeah.

No. Only Fremen ride worms.

Well, I thought I'd become one, didn't I?

By name, not by blood.

Your blood comes from Dukes and Great Houses.

We don't have that here.

Here, we're equal, men and women alike.

What we do, we do for the benefit of all.

Well, I'd very much like to be equal to you.

Paul Muad'Dib Usul...

maybe you could be Fremen.

Maybe I'll show you the way.

Rabban.

Fremen attacks on your watch.

Your orders were to restore spice production to full capacity.

Do you know what it means if you fail?

The Emperor will take spice out of our control.

Tighten your grip, Rabban.

Uncle.

Or feel mine on your neck.

Usul? Usul.

It's okay. It's okay.

Hey.

I'm here, I'm here.

It's been a while since you've had one of those nightmares.

Mm.

Tell me, what was it about?

Nothing's clear. It's only fragments.

I'm in the South, and I'm following someone.

And it triggers a holy war.

Millions and millions of people starving to death...

because of me.

You've been exposed to spice for a long time.

It can create weird dreams.

It's a big day.

We can ask Stilgar to call it off.

No. I'm fine.

Usul.

I tuned it myself.

Here. Thanks.

Don't try to impress anyone. You are brave. We all know that.

Heh? Be simple.

Be direct. Nothing fancy.

- Nothing fancy. - Hey, I'm serious.

Nothing fancy or you will shame my teaching.

I won't shame you. I understand.

Shai-Hulud decides today if you become Fremen, or if you die.

Hey, Muad'Dib!

Don't embarrass us! Call a big one!

Don't worry. Stilgar taught him well.

Enough joking.

This is the final test.

Lower.

Okay. Okay.

Whoa! Not that big.

Okay. Okay. Okay.

Okay.

Okay. Okay!

Come on!

Whoa!

You're a rider!

As written.

Reverend Mother!

Muad'Dib made peace with Shai-Hulud.

He called a grandfather worm,

the biggest ever seen.

As written!

Shai-Hulud shall bow to the Boy from the Outer World.

Bless the Maker and His works.

Will not Shai-Hulud know the Mahdi when He comes?

Then share the Word.

Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm. I know they do.

Our task in the North is nearly done.

They believe in Paul.

Now we go South.

There are millions of fundamentalists there.

They will protect him when he comes.

The Kwisatz Haderach will be born in the South.

Will you always be with me?

As long as I breathe.

What's wrong?

Chani.

There will be trouble.

What are you talking about?

Chani, what do you mean?

The way they look at you.

They worship you now.

The Fedaykin, they count your victories.

They say you can see the future.

Whisper, "Lisan al-Gaib."

I'm no messiah.

I'm a Fedaykin of Sietch Tabr.

Yet, we have a Bene Gesserit among us,

fanning the flames of your legend,

saying you're the One.

Mm.

Reverend Mother!

Your palanquin is ready!

She says you should be coming with us.

You know I can't.

She's asking why.

Because I must continue fighting in the North,

to protect you down there in the South.

She says she can tell when you lie.

Tell her that's because our mother keeps spreading dangerous tales.

What is she saying now?

She says you're blinded by love,

and she reminds you that you must reserve your hand

for the most strategic alliance.

She's also wondering why you don't believe in who you are.

I do believe.

I believe I matter to these people.

And I believe I'm making a difference in this war.

We're nearly at the gates of the city.

- That's not what she means. - I know what she means.

Do you not think I also feel the weight of the prophecy?

It's not a prophecy.

It's a story that you keep telling,

but it's not their story, it's yours.

They deserve to be led by one of their own.

What your people did to this world is heartbreaking.

We gave them something to hope for.

That's not hope!

Reverend Mother, we have to go!

I'll be waiting for you.

All of us.

All of us.

Those storms look bad.

They're the Guardians of the South.

It's a hard crossing, but Shai-Hulud is strong.

How much? We lost...

80 percent of our last crop.

My Lord Rabban, you should not leave the security perimeter.

Security perimeter? The rats are already inside.

The Fremen Demon might be with them.

I hope so.

We're tracking them, my Lord.

Today, Muad'Dib dies!

The rats are traveling fast.

Move!

Where is he?

Still negative, my Lord.

Why do I have to do everything myself?

Open range!

Range open.

Life. Delta, delta, delta.

I've lost them.

Strike! Yes, my Lord.

Muad'Dib!

Show yourself!

Muad'Dib! Muad'Dib! Muad'Dib!

For Muad'Dib!

Muad'Dib.

Some new Fremen prophet?

It's not the first time we've had frictions with the Fremen.

None of this magnitude.

So, my dear daughter...

how would you deal with this prophet?

If this Muad'Dib is a religious figure,

you can't use direct force.

Repression only makes a religion flourish.

You'll only end up humiliating yourself.

You underestimate my Sardaukar.

You underestimate the power of faith.

Her Highness proves once again that she was my most acute student.

You'd send assassins? No.

Prophets get stronger when they die.

Let the conflict on Arrakis turn into war.

You then bring peace. As a savior.

You'd be a formidable empress.

Muad'Dib. The prophet.

The one who points the way.

These are our own religious patterns, aren't they?

This is our doing.

Muad'Dib means kangaroo mouse.

An unusual war name for a Fremen.

What if Paul Atreides were still alive? Enough!

This must not come out. Even to your father's ears. Understand?

I do, Reverend Mother.

If Paul is alive, he likely knows the truth.

And should the Great Houses learn

that your father was behind the liquidation of the Atreides,

your father will face war and lose the throne.

Then what hope is there?

Hope?

We are Bene Gesserit. We don't hope, we plan.

Paul is not our only prospect.

The Baron's youngest nephew, Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen, will inherit Arrakis.

He may be the answer.

Feyd-Rautha? He's psychotic.

That's irrelevant.

The question is, can we control him?

And I intend to find out.

Would you like some fresh meat, my darlings?

Lungs? Or liver?

What would you like? I hear they're big today.

Your new blades for this very special day,

na-Baron, Feyd-Rautha.

A notch off balance.

It's the tip.

Should be sharper.

Come.

I won't die like a fool.

Kill me now.

No drug for you today, Atreides.

Under our glorious black sun,

we welcome to these special festivities

our beloved leader Baron Vladimir Harkonnen.

His presence today, watching over

a spectacle of blood and honor

marks the Holy Birthday...

...of our beloved na-Baron, Feyd-Rautha.

Welcome to Giedi Prime, sisters.

I hope your travels were agreeable.

A long way to come just to watch our prospect

risk his life, Lady Fenring.

No fear.

These fights are all for show.

But we'll get a good look at him.

Feyd-Rautha! Feyd-Rautha!

In celebration of our na-Baron, Feyd-Rautha,

we present a special treat...

the last three specimens of House Atreides.

That slave isn't drugged.

That bug is walking straight.

You should cancel the fight.

Don't spoil my nephew's birthday.

Happy birthday, dear nephew.

Why do they not stop the fight?

Plans within plans.

Show me who you are.

There he is.

Back! Back!

Stay back!

You have fought well, Atreides.

Hmm.

Feyd-Rautha! Feyd-Rautha!

He's impressive, indeed.

Feyd-Rautha! Feyd-Rautha!

The slave wasn't drugged.

You tried to kill me.

This morning you were a playboy,

feared and envied,

but tonight you're a hero.

My gift to you.

I ought to drown you in that tub.

Don't be hasty.

I have another gift for you.

A bigger one.

Arrakis.

What about Rabban?

He has failed to protect spice production.

Rabban will be reassigned.

Tame Arrakis, Feyd.

Free the spice. I'll make you Emperor.

Emperor?

How?

The Emperor helped me destroy the Atreides.

He lent his own army to the cause.

A serious crime.

If it came to light, the Great Houses would rise against him.

And then...

who will sit on the throne?

Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen.

You're following me.

Am I?

I may have gotten lost.

Will you show me the way out of this maze, my Lord na-Baron?

We've met, haven't we?

I don't think so.

I'm Lady Margot Fenring.

I'm here to honor your coming of age.

You're not allowed in this section.

How did you get past the guards?

The guards?

May I ask, what are you doing here?

You're not taking part in your own celebrations?

You're Bene Gesserit.

And what makes you say that?

I remember now.

I dreamed about you last night.

A pleasant dream, I hope.

Don't mock me, woman.

I wouldn't dare.

I know your Bene Gesserit tricks.

And what do you know about the Bene Gesserit?

Tell me.

Something wrong?

I don't recognize this place.

This is the guest wing.

Where are you going?

To my room.

Come. To. Me.

Kneel.

Put your right hand in the box.

A sociopath. Of high intelligence.

Driven. Cruel.

But strongly motivated by honor.

He yearns to be hurt.

He loves pain.

Can he be redeemed?

He can be controlled.

He's sexually vulnerable.

And?

The bloodline is secured.

Female, as you requested.

You did well, Margot.

Respectfully, why didn't you test him yourself?

I'm a motherly figure.

And based on what happened between him and his own mother,

I didn't expect to be effective.

What happened between him and his mother?

He murdered her.

Desire and humiliation.

Those are his levers.

If Feyd-Rautha prevails on Arrakis,

we shall know how to control him.

All hail na-Baron Feyd-Rautha!

The new Planetary Governor of Arrakis.

Rid me of this Fremen Demon.

Feyd-Rautha! Feyd-Rautha!

Feyd-Rautha! Feyd-Rautha!

Feyd-Rautha!

♪ Do away with these idiots ♪

♪ I blame ♪

♪ My stillsuit Is full of piss ♪

♪ My hand is caked in sand ♪

♪ Save me from These utter morons ♪

♪ Another world, another land ♪

We're in.

Juicy?

Juicy, juicy.

Well, it was nice knowing ya.

Oh, yeah?

Radar's clear. We're clear.

Cooking time.

Juicy, juicy.

Yeah, I got a meter reading--

All right, guys, worms are on their way.

Watch out for abrasions. Get ready to dock.

It's gonna get hot.

Crank 'em up! Throw them up!

Hold!

Mine! Mine!

Get moving!

East! East! Get clear!

Let's get out of here!

Incoming!

Don't run, fight!

We're in deep Fremen shit.

Holy Mother.

Oh, fuck.

I recognized your footsteps...

old man. No.

You young pup.

You young pup!

Mmm. After the Battle of Arrakeen,

I was able to negotiate a trip back home for the survivors.

Thanks to these guys.

Why'd you stay?

Well, I wanted blood.

Rabban's head?

Mm-hmm.

Well, since Muad'Dib's been driving Rabban crazy,

the smuggling business has been quite profitable.

Gurney Halleck the smuggler.

Paul Muad'Dib.

I've heard many stories about Muad'Dib.

None of them pretty.

You see the fear?

When our resources are limited...

fear is all we have.

How many men with you?

- Two hundred. - Two hundred?

Do you realize what you're able to achieve with 200 men?

Incredible fighters.

Duncan said there were millions of them.

In the Deep South, yes.

Well, what are you waiting for?

With thousands of these guys, you could take control of the entire planet.

It's your father's dream. What are you afraid of?

Hey!

Worship, Gurney.

They used to be friends.

Now they're followers.

Muad'Dib, the Prophet.

Why is that a bad thing? Use it.

It's not that simple.

You have the power to avenge your father, and you're afraid to use it?

Spice opened my mind, Gurney.

I can foresee things.

If I go South, all my visions lead to horror.

Billions of corpses scattered across the galaxy.

All dying because of me.

Because you lose control.

Because I gain it.

That's a lot of water.

Chani.

What? Look at him, he's hopeless.

He's family.

Really?

What do you think of the outsider?

I think he's trouble.

No, I trust Usul.

No need to be a prophet to see what's ahead.

Your path leads to war.

You know that.

So, war is coming.

What will you do when you feel its breath upon your neck?

If you don't want to raise an army in the South,

you may still have an option.

Fire power...

which you don't have.

And here I am.

I know where your father hid the family atomics.

Every House possesses an atomic arsenal.

I thought ours had been lost.

It's huge, Chani. It could change everything.

I could aim the bombs at the main spice fields.

He who can destroy a thing has the real control of it.

So, you can control it and not us?

You promised me you didn't want power.

No matter what I do, you still don't trust me.

'Cause you're a foreigner. Like your friend.

I'm not a foreigner.

Not to me.

But to the desert, you are.

My allegiance is to you.

To the Fremen.

I'm doing this for all of us.

Do you believe me?

I'll talk to Stilgar.

There.

It's right under everybody's noses.

Not clever.

That's the idea.

Nobody would ever look in there because it's obvious.

Not clever.

Did you find it?

I didn't look for it.

How many heads exactly?

Enough to blow up the whole planet.

It's a figure of speech.

You know what I mean.

Only with your genetic heritage.

Your great-great-grandfather's legacy.

The 92 original Atreides family's atomic warheads.

Now that, that is power.

Imperial Diary. Year 10,191.

Eighth comment.

Reports from the south of Arrakis arrive rarely.

These are barren, burnt lands hidden by sandstorms

which stretch a thousand miles across the equator.

Nothing can live there without faith.

Which is why our Bene Gesserit missionaries have been so productive there.

Through them, we are receiving reports of a mysterious figure

taking grip on the imaginations

of the Southern fundamentalist tribes.

A new Reverend Mother from the North...

spreading word of the imminent arrival of the Lisan al-Gaib,

"The Voice from the Outer World."

With religious fervor rising in the South,

and Muad'Dib strangling spice production in the North,

everything points to the escalation of war.

Only one at a time,

or they fight each other to death.

- How old? - Very young.

Hmm.

My daughter asks, how is it done?

Quiet.

The Water of Life.

Listen carefully.

Soon a man is going to visit your temple

and he may want you to perform the rites.

Reverend Mother, it is forbidden.

You question the prophecy?

No man will survive.

Let him try!

What the hell?

Chani!

Chani!

Chani.

Sietch Tabr.

Old-fashioned artillery.

Genius.

We're literally melting rock on their heads.

I want to go on the ground. Prepare my troops.

My Lord. I would recommend you stay inside. There was--

Bring his body to my quarters.

My poor darlings are hungry.

There was no food for them on the flight.

What are you doing here?

It's early morning. What are you doing here?

Kiss my feet, brother.

I'm gonna eviscerate your--

You humiliated our family.

You humiliated me.

Kiss...

...or die.

We're even now.

Embarrass our family one more time...

it will be the last.

They're all dead!

I lost them all in the fire.

They didn't even engage on the ground,

like honorable fighters.

The whole of the North has been hit.

There is a call for a war council in the South.

Every leader must attend.

Muad'Dib, they're waiting for you.

Usul, in the South...

only leaders are allowed to speak.

- You must take my place. - I can't do that.

It is a good time to cross blades with me.

I am weak. I am an easy kill, Muad'Dib.

I'd rather cut off my own hand.

We need you. We need the Lisan al-Gaib to lead our people.

You know what I think of all that, Stilgar.

I don't care what you believe. I believe.

I didn't see it coming.

The Harkonnens aren't done here.

They just went back to reload.

We're setting thumpers.

We're moving everyone to the South.

I'll stay behind and cover your retreat.

- What are you talking about? - Chani, I can't go with you.

You know why.

- I'll stay too. - Nobody stays but me.

- Paul. - That's an order, Gurney Halleck! Go South!

Protect my mother.

My Lord. Muad'Dib.

None of these people will leave without you.

I can't go South.

He's afraid of the fundamentalists.

And he should be.

Don't resist.

Talk to me, Jamis.

You see only fragments.

You cannot see the future without seeing the past.

To unlock your mind, you need to drink the Water of Life...

and you will see everything.

A good hunter always climbs the highest dune before his hunt.

He needs to see...

as far as he can see.

You need to see.

You must drink the Water of Life.

Your mind, it's gonna open,

and you will see.

The world has made choices for us.

If I go South, I might lose you.

You will never lose me,

Paul Atreides.

Not as long as you stay who you are.

I'll cross the storms with you.

Go South.

Bring your people to safety.

And then I will do what must be done.

Where?

Spy. Left behind.

No trace of the others.

They've gone South to hide in the storms.

Send this message to the Baron.

The North is liberated and secured.

Harvest spice at will.

Yes, na-Baron.

You killed nine of my men with one single blade.

She won't talk.

Tell her that's fine.

I already know everything I need to know.

Only pleasure remains.

You're not allowed in here, stranger.

Leave or die.

I should be welcomed.

If you drink, you shall die.

If you drink, you may see.

Now that you can see our past,

you can see your future.

Oh, brother, my dearest brother,

you are not prepared for what is to come.

You'll now learn the truth about our family.

And it will hurt you to the core.

Paul...

Don't worry. I'm with you.

I love you.

Who knows about this?

Only you, Reverend Mother.

Good.

Where are the others?

They just arrived from the North.

Find them.

Paul?

Paul.

I'm here. I'm here. Hey.

What happened?

What happened?

He's dead.

His vital signs are so low, they can't be detected.

But he's alive.

What did you do to him?

No, not that. Why would he do that?

Why would you do that?

Because He is the One.

The Lisan al-Gaib should find His way

to where no man has ever been.

You're insane!

Chani, his body is fighting the poison and he needs your help.

You do it.

You did this to him.

You did this to your own son!

You do it!

Fix it yourself.

Chani, you might not believe in the prophecy, but you're a part of it.

You're the poison.

You and your lies. Why would you do this?

Do it.

He shall come back from the dead

with Desert Spring tears.

Bring me a drop of Water of Life.

As written.

Desert Spring tears.

Kwisatz Haderach,

climb up. Arise.

Usul, I'm here. I'm here.

Are you okay?

Yes.

Are you sure?

Thanks to you.

I'm sorry about Chani.

She'll come to understand.

I've seen it.

You can see?

The visions are clear now.

I see possible futures. All at once.

Our enemies are all around us.

And in so many futures, they prevail.

But I do see a way.

There is a narrow way through.

I saw our bloodline, Mother.

Written across time.

You are the daughter of Baron Vladimir Harkonnen.

Did my father know?

I didn't know myself, until I took the worm's poison.

We're Harkonnens.

So this is how we'll survive.

By being Harkonnens.

We must talk.

Stilgar, you can stop this. Do you hear me?

You have the power to stop this.

Northern woman!

You are not allowed to speak inside the circle.

If you want to speak, you know what to do.

Stilgar, please. For Arrakis' sake.

This prophecy is how they enslave us!

How they dominate--

You'll get yourself in trouble.

This is none of your business.

Rabban Harkonnen himself killed my family.

He gave me this scar to remember him by.

This is all of my business.

Only tribe leaders can speak.

If you wish to share your voice,

you must take his place by defeating him

and returning his water to the well.

You think I'm stupid enough to deprive myself of the best of us?

Do you smash a knife before battle?

Take my life, Usul.

It is the only way.

I'm pointing the way!

Slow down.

There is no one in this room

who can stand against me.

Your mothers warned you about my coming.

Fear the moment.

But you think you could have a chance.

But you're afraid.

What if I could be the One?

This could be the moment you've been praying for, all your life.

You're praying now

to your grandmother.

She died nine moons ago.

She lost an eye.

A rock smashed her face as she was crossing the Belt.

She was 12 when it happened.

At that time, this world had a Fremen name.

Dune.

Lisan al-Gaib!

Lisan al-Gaib! Lisan al-Gaib!

Lisan al-Gaib!

In your nightmares

you give water to the dead

and it brings joy to your heart!

Muad'Dib!

Muad'Dib.

Mahdi, what do you foresee for us?

Green Paradise.

Lisan al-Gaib.

Show us the Way!

This is my father's ducal signet.

I am Paul Muad'Dib Atreides,

Duke of Arrakis.

The Hand of God be my witness.

I am the Voice from the Outer World.

I will lead you

to PARADISE!

Lisan al-Gaib!

Lisan al-Gaib! Lisan al-Gaib!

Lisan al-Gaib! Lisan al-Gaib!

Lisan al-Gaib! Lisan al-Gaib!

Lisan al-Gaib! Lisan al-Gaib!

Lisan al-Gaib! Lisan al-Gaib!

Lisan al-Gaib! Lisan al-Gaib!

Lisan al-Gaib!

Paul Atreides is still alive.

He challenges my father.

You've never been on Arrakis.

It's quite impressive. You'll see.

Was this all upon your advice?

What?

Did you counsel my father to exterminate the Atreides?

Of course I did. Why else would it have happened?

You tried to sacrifice an entire bloodline.

And I was right to do it.

The Kwisatz Haderach is a form of power

that our world has not yet seen.

The ultimate power.

For 90 generations,

we have supervised House Atreides.

They were promising, but they were becoming dangerously defiant.

Their bloodline had to be terminated.

That is why we have put many bloodlines at work.

Several prospects.

But it's backfired.

Paul is alive.

And if he defeats Feyd-Rautha, my father--

Your father will lose the throne no matter who prevails.

But there is one way your family can remain in power

and, through you, the continuation of our stewardship.

One. Way.

Are you prepared?

You've been preparing me my whole life, Reverend Mother.

You're heading north with the others?

I'm Fedaykin.

I follow my leaders. If fighting goes north, I go north.

Paul didn't have a choice, Chani.

I won't be fighting for him.

I'm fighting for my people.

I came to wish you best of luck.

I'd wish you the same,

but it seems you've won your battle.

He took the bait.

Oh, the Emperor's very obliging.

He's right on time.

As you foresaw, Muad'Dib.

A great-grandmother of a storm.

What is he doing here?

I brought spice production under control.

What do we do?

Send messages to the Great Houses.

Tell them that Arrakis is under Sardaukar attack.

Tell them their future hangs in the balance.

He brought his whole army.

When the storm hits this ridge,

Gurney will open the way for you, Stilgar,

so you can enter the basin from the West

and distract their defense systems.

Chani, I want you and your Fedaykin

to then attack from the East,

inside the basin.

I'll strike from the North, head on,

with the Fundamentalist troops.

And I'll serve Arrakeen for dessert.

Remember, I need the Emperor alive.

Long live the fighters!

Hm.

Baron,

do you have any idea who this Muad'Dib could be?

Some fanatic, your Majesty. That's all we know.

More. More. Give me more.

He's a madman!

- Mad? - All Fremen are mad.

That's all you know?

Really?

Muad'Dib is dead.

Or he went hiding in the Southern storms

which means the same thing.

They speak the truth.

Your Majesty,

the sand storm that's approaching

threatens the integrity of our shields.

We recommend going back into orbit.

Well, the mountains will protect us from most of it,

your Majesty.

Baron, have you ever investigated

the south regions of Arrakis?

Well, the entire region is uninhabitable.

It's well known, your Majesty.

Your uninhabited South

exhibits evidence of human activity.

I wasn't aware of this.

I swear to you, I wasn't aware of any of this.

Muad'Dib is alive.

I must find him.

Long live the fighters!

Fire!

Sardaukar! On guard!

Sardaukar!

Grandfather.

You die like an animal.

Muad'Dib.

Bring the prisoners to the Residency.

Kill the Sardaukar.

Give the Baron's body to the desert.

Rabban!

Look who's back from the dead.

For my Duke, and my friends.

Warships.

The Great Houses.

Gurney, it's time. Bring the prisoners.

My Lord.

This isn't over yet.

I want you to know...

I will love you as long as I breathe.

There is a massed armada in orbit.

You're facing a full invasion, Fremen.

How can you be so sure the Great Houses are here for me?

They may be curious to hear my side of the story, don't you think?

I am Paul Atreides, son of Leto Atreides, Duke of Arrakis.

- Gurney. - My Lord.

Send a warning to all ships.

If the Great Houses attack, our atomics will obliterate all spice fields.

- You're out of your mind. - He's bluffing.

Consider what you're about to do, Paul Atreides.

Silence!

Abomination.

Message sent, my Lord.

As a servant of the Imperium, you will bow at my feet.

Your feet? You'll be lucky to keep your head.

I'll take the hand of your daughter.

She will remain safe.

And we will rule together over the Empire.

But you...

You have to answer for my father.

Do you know why I killed him?

Because he was a man

who believed in the rules of the heart.

But the heart is not meant to rule.

In other words...

your father was a weak man.

Stand or choose your champion.

I am here, Atreides.

I need a blade.

Accept mine.

Do not stain your hands on this animal.

Let me deal with him.

It's my burden, Gurney.

Why does he take such risks?

Muad'Dib leads the way.

I'm happy to finally meet you, cousin.

Cousin? Is that right?

Well, you wouldn't be the first relative I've killed.

May thy knife chip and shatter.

May thy knife chip and shatter.

She's your pet?

Any special attention for the pet?

You have fought well, Atreides.

Lisan al-Gaib!

Lisan al-Gaib! Lisan al-Gaib!

You should've believed.

You chose the wrong side.

Side?

You, of all people, should know.

There are no sides... Reverend Mother.

The life debt has been paid.

Spare my father now and I will be your willing bride.

The throne will be yours.

My Lord, the Great Houses have answered.

They refuse to honor your ascendancy.

We await your orders, Lisan al-Gaib.

Lead them to Paradise.

Lisan al-Gaib!

Lisan al-Gaib! Lisan al-Gaib!

Lisan al-Gaib! Lisan al-Gaib!

What is happening, Mother?

Your brother attacks the Great Houses.

The Holy War begins.