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Emeline.

Hello?

This isn't funny.

Sister.

Sister.

Emeline?

- What just happened? - It's alright.

- Where am I? - It's alright.

It was just a dream.

Aunt Valya,

I can't believe this is the first time we've had you at our table.

Her fortunes fade, nephew.

Ousted from the palace.

Nowhere to go but the family she shunned.

The only thing fading, dear uncle, is your health.

It saddens me that your suffering has been this prolonged.

Oh, I'm sure it does.

If I may ask,

what happened at the royal engagement?

- An accident? - That Richese boy was murdered.

You sound so sure.

Everyone's talking about it.

I assumed it was your kind spreading the rumor.

We serve truth.

Hearsay serves panic.

He doesn't mean to offend.

Our house wouldn't know what a Truthsayer does.

Well, perhaps it's time that changed.

The Sisterhood would like to elevate House Harkonnen

by offering you the services of a Truthsayer.

After decades standing idly by while your own house

claws its way out of the shit, now you choose to appear?

Perhaps we should confer.

The Sisterhood acknowledges its oversight.

You abandoned us.

Strange, I seem to remember it the other way around.

Harrow, you could represent this house at the Landsraad.

The decision is yours.

Don't be a fool. She's after something.

Well, the more important thing here is,

what are you after, Harrow?

Better incentives for the whale fur trade.

Sister Theodosia, tell this young man what he truly desires.

He's afraid that the other houses laugh at him.

No, worse. That they pity him.

That he's so far beneath, he's not even worth being considered.

He desires respect

for himself and for his house.

What better way to gain respect

than by having the Mother Superior as your Truthsayer?

You would stand by my side?

As she stabs you in the back.

Let me prove our worth by ensuring you a seat at the High Council.

I'm glad the food is to your liking.

I've never had such riches.

Well, you'll have nothing but the finest treatment from us here.

Isn't that right, children?

So, we're having breakfast with killers now?

Desmond, I hear you slaughtered many Fremen on Arrakis.

What I've done, I've done for the good of the Imperium.

Well, that makes me happy to hear.

Father, there's a rumor circulating about Pruwet's death.

Have you heard it?

I have.

And does it bother you?

What bothers me is the disrespect.

The talking behind my back.

That is the definition of a rumor.

There's no proof the boy was murdered. It's absolute nonsense.

Regardless, it has left me terrified living in my own home.

Mother Superior, now that you've dismissed her,

I'd like to follow her to Wallach IX, like we planned.

Ynez, I'm sorry, but that's no longer an option.

Your mother's right.

We need you here.

Show a united front

especially for the High Council.

She doesn't attend the High Council.

Why not let her get away? At least for a while.

So, the one who got us into this mess

has an opinion on how it should be handled?

How is this rumor my fault?

Because it must've come from the Richeses.

If you kept your pants buckled and your mouth shut,

they wouldn't have any false accusations to spread.

This is such a farce.

The rumor's true, isn't it?

Your new attack dog murdered Pruwet.

Didn't you?

That boy broke the first and highest law.

No thinking machines.

And he was met with the appropriate consequences.

We will not be united as long as he stands at your side.

Sit down.

I saw myself moving towards the well.

If Jen hadn't been there...

Mother Tula?

Yes. Sorry.

What else did you see?

- There was sand. - Sand?

Perhaps these acolytes should return to their studies.

Reverend Mother Tula, there are stories about Mother Dorotea.

Mother Dorotea took her own life out of grief,

over the death of our founder.

Her memory should not be dishonored.

- Are you using truthsense on me? - Sister Emeline.

- I'm sorry. - Good. Let's all get back to our studies,

as Sister Avila suggested.

She's just grasping for answers.

Everyone is.

Emeline wasn't the only one having nightmares.

All of the acolytes were.

Hers just involved sleepwalking.

You all had it?

The same dream?

You'd have to ask the others.

I didn't have one.

Sister Lila and Mother Kasha's deaths have troubled their young minds.

It'll pass.

Best leave it alone

lest you start up hysterics.

House Yasu.

Present.

House Hagal.

Present.

House Gbangbala.

Present.

House Vernius.

Present.

House Yaoufirks.

Present.

Like gravity brings order to the ever-expanding universe,

the governing body of the Landsraad brings stability to our growing Imperium,

serving as a check against tyranny, injustice, and war.

The High Council of the Landsraad will now come to order.

Day one proceedings begin now.

"What you seek, is seeking you."

Excuse me.

- Your Majesty. - Sit.

Sit.

Was it you spreading the rumor the boy was murdered?

I would never use the truth against you.

Though I suspect there are others that would.

Valya Harkonnen.

Is that why you're destroying Kasha's Sisterhood book?

The Sisterhood has waged many a whisper campaign.

Perhaps the Great Houses could follow your lead.

What, and remove all the Truthsayers from the Landsraad?

I might as well announce I have something to hide.

The High Council will use it as a pretext to challenge my rule.

No one can take your power away from you unless you let them.

This is a time to be bold.

My father, when he walked into a room,

all eyes would look at him.

My forefathers battled titans,

forged a new Imperium, but me, they just see me as a beneficiary

of my bloodline, nothing more.

Now.

What about when history is written?

How would you like to be remembered?

As an emperor that allowed the nobles to tread all over him

or one that brought the Great Houses to heel?

Those who disrespect you,

disobey your laws,

threaten your rule.

Show them the man that you are.

Use me.

Now is not the time.

The Imperium needs stability.

The time to snuff a fire out is when a fool lights a match.

Not after your house burns down around you.

I said no.

Duri.

My favorite Ixian.

Who's this? I have rules.

You can trust him.

I don't trust you.

We can all trust this, though.

Ten million solari.

Do you know what your little request cost me?

- I had to lay low for weeks. - But you got it?

They don't call me "Duri don't worry" for nothin'.

The Imperial guards have been making things difficult.

I had to improvise.

This will do all the things you want, but better.

Better how?

Really big boom.

I see the Landsraad's good for business.

Can't wait to spoil the party.

- So, no issues with the Ixian? - None.

Duri got us an autonomous drone modified with a thermal bomb.

Once I release it into the vents,

Duri swears it will make its way to the throne room.

As soon as the Emperor makes his appearance at the High Council,

Kieran unlatches the grates.

Then you hightail it out before it reaches the dais,

- and then... - Our little resistance

becomes a full-fledged rebellion.

And the spice will finally flow

to all of us.

I'm gonna program in the palace schematics.

Don't get into too much trouble.

You sure you're up for this?

You seem a little bit spooked.

- I don't need to convince you. - No.

But you should probably convince yourself.

Making the Imperium better comes at a cost.

You ready to pay it?

Tula, I received word of Lila's death.

I know you must be heartbroken.

She was a very brave young woman.

You'll never guess where I am.

But desperate times...

I feel haunted, Tula, by our past.

I can't escape it. Not even in my sleep.

I had a dream, like Kasha.

I could use you here if you can--

We got word from Sister Mikaela.

The attack is moving forward as planned.

They're targeting the Emperor's speech.

Let them.

Once I save the Emperor's life in full view,

we'll be back in his good graces.

And what good is that if Desmond Hart still lives?

It's not wise to attack an enemy you don't understand head-on.

First, take out its limbs, diminish its strength.

And give yourself time to understand its weaknesses.

The rebels are using a thinking machine.

If you fail to destroy it,

you and the Emperor and everyone else in that room will die.

I won't fail.

I will destroy the machine

as soon as the Atreides boy releases it.

And then I will deliver him as a traitor to the Emperor.

But first, we need to get my nephew out there

- on the High Council. - How?

It wasn't us that put the rumor

about Pruwet Richese into play, but play it we will.

Take the machine.

Sister, is there a problem?

My Lord, about the Richese boy.

Is there truth in this rumor of the boy's death?

Our Mentats calculate the odds of immolation by toy malfunction

at one in 2.5 million.

- So, it was a cover-up. - Difficult to fully assess.

House Richese is refusing an investigation.

Are you suggesting they were threatened?

Uncertain.

But to launch a formal inquiry is within the power of the Great Houses.

And if that inquiry yields no wrongdoing by the Emperor...

Then it could be perceived that whomever lodged the accusation

is challenging his rule.

A treasonous act.

Our house cannot suffer such a risk.

But you're right about the precedent.

The Emperor can't be given the power to punish any house on a whim.

Perhaps...

you could sway a house whose gain outweighs the risks.

What house would be so desperate?

A lesser house.

A disgraced house.

A house with an over-eager baron.

- Aunt Valya. - What is it?

The Landsraad, it ends tomorrow.

I've yet to hear from the High Council.

Shouldn't you be out doing what you Sisters do?

You were saying?

Mother Superior, we didn't expect your presence.

House Harkonnen's new Truthsayer.

Impressive.

Please, have a seat.

So, you must already know House Richese's departure

left a vacancy on the High Council.

With your robust trade experience in whale fur,

your talents would be most welcome on the High Council.

We're here to extend a formal invitation.

Outstanding work.

House Harkonnen dutifully accepts.

There is one thing we ask, Baron.

We must be assured that you hold common cause with the High Council.

It is worrisome, wouldn't you agree?

The conditions under which House Richese departed.

It has been a source of concern.

Then you would also agree that the Imperial House

should not be able to move against another house at will.

That a formal inquiry should be launched.

Is this the will of the Great Houses?

So will it be House Harkonnen's.

Splendid.

We look forward to you opening the inquest

into the death of Pruwet Richese at the Landsraad.

What? You want me to accuse the Emperor?

If this house isn't up to the task...

No. I mean...

Yes. I mean...

Just one moment.

You have their support.

They're just looking for cover.

No one is above the law. Not even the Emperor.

By doing what the Great Houses are afraid to do,

you will elevate this house beyond its station.

We should wait for Evgeny. It is his house.

What has he ever done for it?

Aren't you tired of the way they look at you?

Harkonnen, the cowards of Corrin.

The past branded us, but the future can redefine our name.

Evgeny's not the future of House Harkonnen.

You are.

Take a seat, everyone.

Sister Jen, could I have a hand, please?

This is an experiment.

The spice will help you open your mind's eye

so that I can guide you

back along the neural pathway of your dreams.

Revisiting what you saw

but this time, you will be in control.

The only way to master the unknown is to make it known.

I want you to close your eyes.

Feel your heart rate slow.

A vision forms in your mind.

Now, take your charcoal.

Allow the connection between the mind and the body

to guide your hand.

Show me what you see.

You are in control of this journey.

I want you to go deeper.

Push further into your mind.

Show me what you see.

Stop this.

Stop this!

I warned you not to indulge them in hysteria.

It's not hysteria.

Perhaps it's not a dream, it's a message.

They are dreams. They are dreams of anxiety.

They're dreams of--

The well.

Tula! What did you tell them?

Nothing.

I want you to bring your awareness back into your body.

And I want you to feel the floor beneath your feet.

And I want you to open your eyes.

Tula, end this now.

Open your eyes.

Open your eyes, I said!

God is watching us, judging us.

The reckoning is here.

Your Grace.

All this talk of shows of strength, and yet you're here behind a desk.

What is that?

Imperial surveillance files.

Machine dealers trading in illegal technology,

suspected clientele.

So many promising leads left unattended.

The time for leniency is over, don't you think?

The Emperor thought it unwise to act too boldly at this time.

If there is one thing to admire about the Sisterhood,

it's their decisiveness.

They choose where they want the future to go,

and they make a push.

You're the one that leaked the truth about the Richese boy.

Well, don't look so surprised.

You know why I did it?

The Emperor has an opportunity

to shore up his power.

If they fear his wrath over machines, they'll fear him over anything.

Sometimes, Javicco just needs that little push.

There are criminals selling thinking machine technology

from the shadows.

I want you to find these machine sympathizers

who stir rebellion.

And you show them that our Emperor

is in no giving mood.

Tomorrow, we purge the sins of the Imperium.

But tonight, let us be the sinners.

I know what you're thinking.

Isn't this supposed to be what we're battling?

Tiny flecks of dust that give these monied bastards all the power.

Yes, it is.

"Righteous, but not pure." That's what I say.

You're never gonna last if you don't allow yourself a little fun along the way.

That's never been my problem.

Fancy seeing you here.

Care to introduce me to your friend?

Nope. Come on.

You shouldn't be here.

I needed to get out and clear my head.

You know what's funny?

You could've been the one trapped in a palace instead of me.

Vorian Atreides was offered the throne, and rejected it.

Yeah, maybe he saw what would come of the freedoms he fought for.

Look around. We defeated the machines,

but we replaced one set of overlords with another.

Yet here you are, partaking.

Righteous, but not pure.

My father is a good man.

I have no doubt.

But you give any person that much power,

the only path becomes to try and preserve it.

How else do you explain his taking to that soldier?

Desmond Hart killed Pruwet and Kasha. He admitted as much.

Yet my father does nothing except become more enamored.

What if there was something I could do to help,

but I'd hurt him.

Sometimes you have to burn a thing down before you can save it.

My father,

he survived an atrocity.

But he taught me that chaos can strike at any moment.

There is no protectin' from it.

It's better to act than not to act.

Say what you have to say to him and say it now.

I'm sorry. I...

I'm trying to choose the right path, too.

That man in the portrait out there,

that's who you wear around your neck, in your locket.

It's my brother, Griffin.

What happened to him?

It's late, Sister.

- It's difficult for you to be here. - I'm tired.

And I didn't bring you here to be constantly questioned.

Then why did you bring me here?

Wasn't just to befriend the Princess.

You know why.

I told you when I joined the order.

It was my one condition. I would not do that again.

We are up against something more powerful than we are.

Something that I don't yet understand, let alone know how to defeat.

- Your talent-- - It's not a talent.

It's a last resort.

I won't ask unless I have to.

You already have.

They all begin along different paths.

Small anxieties of their own minds.

And then the images begin to converge on the sand.

And Kasha's dream had sand in it too.

And Raquella's vision, she spoke of red dust.

It was never the well they were drawing.

It was Shai-Hulud.

And it was here that I lost control of them.

They started to reject my guidance.

And this, they all drew this.

No one could see beyond this moment.

I didn't awaken them.

The fear did.

Of what?

This.

Whatever this is.

It calls forth a terror so crippling

that the mind screams to save itself.

It could be the nightmare is a sign of what's to come.

Well then we must tell everyone

before it consumes us all.

If we did that, Sister Avila,

it would cause hysteria.

- We cannot hide this from our Sisters. - We must.

If what killed Kasha is rooted in fear,

then fear is the last thing we should be spreading.

His Bashar is a monster.

Father isn't thinking clearly.

What can we do? There's no proof.

Constantine, tomorrow, you and I, we're going.

We're going to tell the High Council

exactly who Desmond Hart is and what he's done.

You've been into the spice.

I know Father may have our heads

but we could force the Landsraad to move on Desmond Hart.

You're talking about betraying Father,

in public.

I like my head where it is.

You've let Father convince you you're weak

but I know who you are.

You're the boy who fought to save me

when you could've just run away and escaped.

And failed.

I didn't save you.

- The Sisterhood saved you. - You stayed with me

and that saved me just as much as they did.

I need your help again.

There'll be no coming back from this, Nez.

You are the bravest man I know.

Be brave with me now.

Javicco, it's not too late.

We can still get ahead of these accusations over Pruwet

- if you address them head-on. - It'll blow over.

You decided to attend.

I'm glad I could rely on you.

I...

I just came to wish you luck.

The High Council now welcomes Padishah Emperor of the known universe,

Javicco Corrino the First.

May his reign shine as long as the stars.

Have you seen the prince?

The High Council will now hear bills of particulars for submission.

Baron Harkonnen,

floor is yours.

My Emperor.

Noble Lords of the High Council,

House Harkonnen moves to file a grievance in the violation of Kanly.

The rules clearly state any noble house

without first filing dispute or declaring a formal challenge--

Baron, the members of the High Council

are all familiar with the strictures of vendetta.

Your house knows the forms better than anyone.

I, along with many,

believe the rules of Kanly were violated.

I call

for a formal inquest

into the death of Pruwet Richese.

Which house are you submitting this inquest against?

Baron Harkonnen?

I can answer that.

The Imperial House.

I accuse his new man, Desmond Hart,

of murdering Pruwet Richese.

- What do I do? - I think she just did it for you.

Order! Order! Order!

- Order! Order! - You want order?

Let me speak of order.

The moment you set foot on Arrakis,

you are prey to a thousand predators.

I've seen desert owls swoop down

and rip soldiers' necks with their talons.

Then there are the scorpions,

the wandering spiders,

and the wasps.

They hide in your camp,

and prick you with venom and stop your heart.

But don't be afraid

for there is an antidote.

A leviathan that rises from the sand.

It is terrifying to experience.

But when it comes,

soldiers rejoice,

because they know, for a day,

the beasts of prey wreaking havoc upon them

will scatter across the desert,

scared of the devil too.

What the Princess says,

is true.

But it was no murder.

You all saw for yourself

Pruwet Richese use forbidden machine technology.

It was an execution.

An execution, ladies and gentlemen!

Much like how this whole council would've been executed today

had rebels detonated this thinking machine as they had planned on doing.

There are predators in our midst

and we need a leader

who will chase those predators away!

From now on, there will be no excuses.

No exceptions.

A hard line against thinking machines must be drawn!

On your order, Your Majesty.

The Landsraad went that well, did it?

Are our fortunes restored?

I told you, boy, you'd find nothing but misery following her.

She cares nothing for this house. Only herself.

Not now, Great Uncle.

What happened?

Desmond Hart headed off the rebel plot before I could.

He then made a public show of his powers

but...

His blood.

We must send it to Tula immediately.

She can trace it through the breeding index.

And then we'll know exactly who he is and where he came from.

You cannot do that again.

If I overstepped, please forgive me.

No.

No, I meant, this.

I didn't know.

Every time.

The pain is what brought me to you.

And here you shall stay.

Mother Dorotea died from grief but her beliefs did not die with her.

There are no truths concealed that will not be disclosed

or lies hidden that will not be made known.

When the judgment comes, heavens will be set on fire.

For when we walk by faith and not by sight,

we are guided out of the darkness.

Lila, if you can hear me, please wake up.

I believe you are the key to this reckoning.

You must be the one twice-born.

You lied to us.

Emeline.

You murdered Dorotea.

You murdered Orry. You slaughtered the Atreides.

And now your sins has brought the reckoning to our Order.

Your lies must be cleansed.

I'm going to speak the truth to the whole of the Imperium.

You won't be able to silence me like you silenced Dorotea.

Lila?

Anirul, wake up.

Lila.

You're alive.

Where am I?

You think I don't care about my house?

I would've done anything for this house.

You're a murderer

and we're the ones who had to pick up the pieces.

I chose the Sisterhood because they saw me.

They saw my potential.

And Griffin was the only one of you who was ever my equal.

This house is nothing without me.

You exist because I allow you to exist.

Griffin went to his death because of your damned ambitions.

Your brother was going to build us back.

But that wasn't enough for you.

No. You had to fan the flames of a blood feud.

I avenged my brother.

The Atreides deserved what they got.

You are a black hole in this family.

You...

you took Griffin from us, and then, your poor sister.

I did nothing to Tula.

You knew how much she admired you.

You abused her love like you abused Griffin's

until you broke her too.

All you Harkonnens are cowards.

Too afraid to make difficult choices.

I will not apologize for what I did. And I will not apologize for my strength!

It's not strength, it's sorcery.

I saw it that day before you left Lankiveil.

I knew then one day it would destroy me.

I don't need sorcery to destroy you, dear Uncle.

Your own weakness has always sufficed.

If you'd had the courage to follow me like Tula did,

it wouldn't be the Sisterhood that now towers in the Imperium.

It would be House Harkonnen.

Valya.

I understand now,

what it took for you to come back here.

And if you're willing to make the sacrifice, so will I.

I'll do whatever it is you need me to do.

Did I push you too far?

Everyone makes their own choices.

Including me.

Thank you, Theo.