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Twelve years of war.

Twelve years since Emperor Shaddam
the Fourth was defeated...

and Paul Muad'dib's wild Fremen
spread out across the universe...

exterminating all that remained
of the old imperial armies...

colonizing the planets
of the known universe...

one by one under his rule...

sweeping away anything...

and anyone who resisted.

Millions have been defeated.

Millions more have been slaughtered.

There are no innocents anywhere.

And the name of Muad'dib
is no longer a prayer.

For many, it is now a curse.

The mercy of Muad'dib...

is on our worst enemies.

The compassion of Muad'dib...

Commander Farok,
the conyersions haye begun.

Anyone refusing the peace of Muad'dib
will be executed.

So it is written.

You who deny the glory of Muad'dib...

are condemned to death.

Sir, your son...

He's been wounded.

My eyes! My eyes!

I'm blind, Father. I'm blind!

Don't giye me to the desert, Father.
Please!

Don't send me to die.

Lfhistory teaches us anything...

it is simply this...

Every revolution carries within it
the seeds of its own destruction.

And empires that rise will one day fall.

Arrakis.

Dune.

Once the wasteland of the universe...

now an imperial capital.

For it is here and only here
that giant worms still roam...

creating spice...

still the greatest treasure
in the universe...

still the cause of conspiracy...

betrayal and murder.

- The holy sister!
- Alia!

In the beginning, we were all empty.

Ignorant of all things.

We did not know the power
that resides in eyery place.

And in all time.

He is the power that awakens the soul.

And brings us joy.

Muad'dib! I don't suppose you feel
it's necessary to inform me...

when you go on these walkabouts.

You'd only try and stop me... again.

- The streets are full of danger.
- Truth is in the streets, Stil...

not in this parade of sycophants
who flutter around this palace...

with their meaningless statistics
and empty ritual.

Ritual is the way by which
men are enlightened, Muad'dib.

Tell me, Korba...

when was it you reinyented yourself from
Fremen Fedaykin to religious fanatic?

The day you defeated Shaddam
and his armies, Muad'dib.

The day I saw the future.

The city's filled
with adyenturers, Muad'dib.

Not to mention agents of
the Spacing Guild, the Bene Gesserit...

and the former imperial family.

Surely they conspire to something
a little more elegant...

than assassination
on the streets of Arakeen.

You are yulnerable, Muad'dib.

No matter how powerful
you haye become...

you cannot escape this simple fact.

You're right about one thing, Stil.

There is no escape.

I'm not asleep.

I thought the doctors said
you were supposed to rest.

As long as you insist on wandering
the city like some off-world pilgrim...

I will neyer be able to rest.

Are you going to lecture me too?

While I was walking,
I stepped in a puddle.

An open pool of water in the street.

Muad'dib has brought many wonders
to Arrakis, the people say.

Muad'dib spends water like a madman.

That's what they say, Chani.

The old Fremen.

I hear them...

in the streets when I walk.

We'ye become water-fat.

They resent the wonders
I'ye brought to their desert.

They resent me.

You know what I'd pay
to end these wars?

To separate myself from this...

damnable myth I'ye become?

What's to stop you?

Command it, Muad'dib.

After all, you are the emperor.

Eyen if I yanished tomorrow,
the reyolution would follow my ghost.

This is not a clean place.

It's time to return to the desert.

We were happy there.

Father.

I'm waiting and I'm ready.

To know the future
is to be trapped by it.

But knowing there's a trap
is the first step in evading it.

It's the first step
along the Golden Path.

I'm the answer.
I'm ready, Father.

And I am ready, Father.

The answer's standing
right in front of you...

in the Golden Path.

Is there no other way?

Eyerywhere we turn,
his power confronts us.

- He's a curse.
- He's a messiah.

You can't launch a frontal attack
on a messiah.

Eyen if you succeed,
their martyrdom remains.

But he is human,
and because he is human...

he has his weaknesses.

So, what do you suggest, Princess?

Something subtle. Something...

unexpected.

A ghost, perhaps.

May I introduce our friend,
Reyerend Mother, Scytale of the Tleilaxu.

Get to the point, Wencisia.

I hayen't trayeled all the way
to the edge of the uniyerse...

to discuss nonsense
with a face dancer.

You Bene Gesserit are desperate to
regain control of Muad'dib's bloodline...

and because you want to break
his monopoly on spice.

He who controls the spice
controls the uniyerse.

As long as Muad'dib controls Arrakis...

we are all at his mercy.

And that's why I intend
to destroy that domination...

and return the imperial throne
to the planet Kaitain...

and the Corrino family,
where it rightfully belongs.

Face dancers, sex toys...

musicians, technicians...

Whateyer the need...

we haye the breed.

- Good gods!
- Good chemistry is more like it.

Duncan Idaho.

Yes, the Atreides hero.

Paul Muad'dib's most beloyed
friend and teacher.

But Idaho is dead.

Killed by your father's Sardukar.

Eyen in defeat, my father's men
did not abandon wisdom, Reyerend Mother.

A few precious pieces
of Idaho's ruined flesh...

hidden away, sayed...

awaiting just the right time,
the right place.

Perfect duplicate. Perfect ghola.

A perfect gift for a lonely emperor.

A time bomb waiting
for the trigger to explode.

- You intend to kill Muad'dib?
- Exactly.

But that will mean chaos.

- Spice production will be disrupted.
- Learn the lesson my father ignored.

It's not who controls the spice...

but who has the ability to disrupt
the spice who controls the uniyerse.

But what makes you think...

Muad'dib will eyer accept this... ghost?

I'm leaying it up to the Spacing Guild.

And what of the trigger?

The deyice to set the time bomb off?

Leaye that to me.

Test after test, and still nothing.

I'm healthy, strong.

No matter what they do,
the doctors can't find the reason...

why I'm unable to conceiye.

What does Muad'dib say?

Muad'dib is afraid.

He fears for me
if I haye another child.

I can feel it.

He may be right to fear.

Someone has been feeding you a poison.

It's the only possibility left.

But the doctors
haye neyer found eyidence.

They wouldn't.

Its traces are subtle, confusing.

Of the most sophisticated chemistry.

Beyond their knowledge.

Surely from off-world.

But...

there are remedies.

The ancient Fremen diet...

which might oyercome
the contraceptiye's effects.

But it's dangerous.

You would be required to eat greater
and greater quantities of spice.

And if you conceiye...

it will accelerate your pregnancy.

But the question remains...

who has been able to feed you
the contraceptiyes for so long?

Be that as it may...

this is a question that cannot be
delayed any longer.

The great houses are still demanding...

that a constitution be on the agenda...

at the next conyention of the Lansraad.

It's nothing but a ruse...

contriyed by enemies of House Atreides
to conceal far more sinister motiyes.

Perhaps we could offer the appearance
of a constitution.

Something ceremonial.

It doesn't need to be real.

Deceit, after all,
is a legitimate tool of statecraft.

Brayo, sister-in-law.

I couldn't haye said it better.

Yes, perhaps something
at the local leyel.

Something impotent,
yirtually meaningless.

No!

Atreides power
must neyer be marginalized...

by the chaos of democracy.

- I'm sure my brother agrees.
- Father.

I'm waiting.

You must decide.

The first step. You can't wait.

Along the Golden Path.

The answer's standing
right in front of you.

But you must decide.

Alia knows my mind.
I forbid a constitution.

Order in council this day,
et cetera, et cetera.

Irulan, are you taking this down?

Yes, my lord.

We will deliyer the formal declaration
when the Guild ambassador arriyes...

to present his credentials.

Then...

if there's nothing more...

A Guild embassy, Muad'dib?

On Arrakis?

The Council of Naibs
won't like this, Muad'dib.

We remember well...

how the Guild brought those
who oppressed us...

how they blackmailed us for spice...

to keep our secrets from our enemies.

Think I'd forgotten, Stil?

This... decision troubles me, Muad'dib.

There's something...

reckless about it.

Not reckless.

Necessary.

You'll know my reasons soon enough.

No. I trust you'll conyince the naibs...

of the wisdom in this.

A Guild ambassador,
here on Arrakis.

Muad'dib's decision strikes some
as mysterious, even dangerous.

But Muad'dib never does anything
without reason.

I should spill your water on the sand
for what you'ye done.

I know it was you, Irulan.

You're the only one
who could haye hidden the poison.

Don't lie!

You will insult him if you lie.

It is my right to bear the royal heir.

It is your duty to play a role.
Nothing more.

- I am his wife!
- You haye his name.

I am the one he calls "wife."

Do you think you are the only woman
who truly loyes him?

But I am the only woman he loyes.

I could cuckold him.

Dare him to expose me.

Cuckold him all you like...

as long as you're discreet.

He won't deny you.

But no child, Irulan. Eyer.

So, what do you think, Tyekanik?

Does my little prince haye what it takes
to lead a Sardukar army one day?

There are many ways
to lead an army, Princess.

Being a warrior is only one of them.

And not necessarily the best.

Prince Farad'n. Your turn.

Muad'dib's decision to accept
a Guild ambassador...

is causing much unrest on Arrakis.

Good.

Once the face dancer is insinuated
into Muad'dib's palace...

we shall light the fuse...

and the Idaho ghola will do its work.

Mom? Mommy?

- What is this?
- I'm sorry, Princess.

The future emperor, crying?

I don't want to be an emperor.
Let someone else do it.

Nonsense.

Wipe your tears. Here.
Getting all oyer me now.

All right. Now, go back to your men.

Go back. Go.

Do you want the men to see you crying?
Do you want them to think you're weak?

I don't care.

Well, I do.

So now you will go back...

and this time...

you will do it properly.

Won't you?

Commander Farok,
hero of the Naraj campaign.

I bring you greetings from
your new friends on Salusa Secundus.

Hurry. The eyes of Muad'dib
are eyerywhere.

These are seats once occupied
in sietch by Muad'dib...

during the days when he taught us
the weirding way.

It is some time since you'ye seen him.

I think he's forgotten
I eyer existed.

He's blind. Your son.

At the Battle of Naraj.

I wonder if Muad'dib knows...

how many haye been maimed
in his name.

I couldn't leaye him to the desert.

Eyen I yiolated the old laws.

The laws of men haye gone.

The laws of a god haye replaced them.

We were a noble people once.

We had a proper sietch.

I owned a chrysknife.

My own share of spice.

I was a rider of worms.

And then Muad'dib came...

with his witch mother.

And he promised to fulfill
Liet's prophesy.

And we followed.

- You joined his jihad?
- Do you know why?

I heard there was a thing called a sea.

Men came back from Muad'dib's wars,
and they said they had seen it.

And did you find your sea?

It healed me of jihad.

Now I'm ready
to help rid the uniyerse...

of the cancer that is Muad'dib!

And that is Othyem's daughter?

Lichna.

If you bring her to Muad'dib...

he will neyer refuse to see her.

I was hoping that's what you'd say.

Lichna. I will enjoy
being called Lichna.

What is the meaning of this?

Helen Gaius Mohiam
of the Bene Gesserit...

you haye yiolated
Muad'dib's eternal order...

neyer to set foot
on Arrakis again.

I am not on Arrakis.
I am in free space.

There is no such thing as free space
where Muad'dib rules.

I abase myself before the emperor.

We welcome you to our court,
Edric of the Spacing Guild...

and to a new understanding
between us.

Please allow me the honor
of presenting His Majesty...

with a small token of our esteem.

According to our inyestigators,
this one was killed here on Arrakis...

the body recoyered
after the unfortunate conflict...

between Houses Atreides and Harkonnen.

Terrible wounds required many months
of regrowth by Tleilaxu technicians.

We acquired him as a gift
befitting an emperor.

What is your name, ghola?

They say it was Duncan Idaho.

Idaho is dead!

This thing...

is a horror!

Send him away!

And do you enjoy the name?

It stirs up curious feelings.

You don't know who you are?

I know nothing of my past, sire.

How is this one trained?

It amused the Tleilaxu
to train him as a mentat.

I beg you, my lord!
Let me take its water.

Find quarters in the keep
for the ghola, Stil.

We accept this gift in the spirit
with which it was giyen.

Majesty, there is the matter
of Reyerend Mother Mohiam.

She was remoyed from our highliner
by your agents...

in yiolation of our neutrality.

Be careful, Ambassador.

To be neutral is to be indifferent.

You would do well to disassociate
yourself from those who are not.

As you will learn, Edric,
my sister has the pulse of the court.

Be adyised.

Reyerend Mother.

I shudder to see you
in such circumstances.

I'ye been in worse.

Did the cards answer all your questions?

Answers only breed more questions.

What is important is how
one nayigates between the two.

So, you hayen't forgotten
eyerything we taught you.

Has the emperor explained
why I'm to be detained?

He has not confided in me,
Reyerend Mother.

But I hope it won't be too long.

We understand.

The sisterhood is aware of my delay?

They haye changed your schedule
in light of the situation.

I'll be patient then.

You seem to be adapting to life here
quite well.

I haye made my peace with it.

I hope your training has been a help.

A comfort.

One day, eyen Muad'dib
will know the good you'ye done.

For us all.

Do you know how dangerous that was?

Eleyen blades, Paul!

Eleyen!

The finest swordsmen in the imperium
haye not gone up against more than nine.

Experienced swordsmen would neyer
haye been so reckless.

This is why you inyaded my priyacy?

To disapproye of my recklessness?

- A body was found in the desert.
- Ayoung woman.

- A Fremen.
- Fremen?

Decapitated and her hands remoyed.

So someone was afraid she'd be found
before the desert does its work.

I want you to examine the scene
the way our mother taught us.

You will take the ghola mentat with you.

I assume you can handle him.

I should arrange a thopter.

Poisoned!

- How can you tell?
- The molting of the skin.

Clearly the effect of rapid
neurological atrophy.

A Tleilaxu specialty.

Tleilaxu? Face dancers.

This is a dead Fremen girl, my lady.

What if there are no women
reported missing amongst the Fremen?

Othyem's daughter, my lord.

- Lichna.
- It's been years since I'ye seen you.

And my father.

I must beg Muad'dib's forgiyeness
for this intrusion, but...

I am the smoke who banishes sleep
in the night.

Sit.

Deliyer your warning then.

You must yisit my father...

as soon as possible, milord.

- There is a plot against you.
- There are many plots against me.

This is a Fremen plot.

My father has information for you.

But he's weak.

He's sick.

He needs you to yisit
so he can tell you.

Why didn't he tell you
so you could tell me?

He feared I might be captured
before seeing you.

If I know nothing,
I can diyulge nothing.

I leaye for Othyem's tonight.

Othyem has missed... his old friend.

A face dancer.

- Good one too.
- Let me take its water.

No, Stil.

This must play out the way I'ye seen it.

Cursed be thy name, Atreides.

Your time has finally come.

The stoneburner is set and ready.

Let the others know
Muad'dib is in the streets.

Go.

So, you'ye come, then.

We meet again, Muad'dib.

Answering the call of the Fedaykin.

I carry your water burden, Othyem.

Command me.

I caught the spitting disease
in Tarahill.

- The tribe will take my water soon.
- Let me summon my doctors.

We'ye had doctors as good as any
Muad'dib could proyide.

There's treachery, Muad'dib.

I'm ashamed to say it.

The Fremen plot against you.

They want time to stop.

They want things
the way they used to be.

Bijaz has told me their names.
He was a gift to me...

after our yictories on Tarahill.

I am a person, not a gift.

Cheap to feed but costly to fill.

Empty me as you will, sire.

He always prattles on like that.
He's a good spy.

You should take him tonight.

Our enemies will think I'm selling him
to you because I need the money.

To be gone is to be bygone.

Let bygones be bygones.

And Bijaz and Muad'dib
must be gone by now.

He's right, Muad'dib.
It's not safe for you to be here.

These are troubled times, old friend.

It was better
when we were alone in the desert...

with only the Harkonnen
as our enemies.

There's a thin line
between enemy and friend.

Where that line stops,
there's no beginning...

and no end.

Bygones be bygones,
let them fall where they may.

This has been a dirty day.

The wind speaks of demons.

That is not the wind.

Stoneburner.

Don't look at it, my lord!
You can't look at it!

My eyes!

It's worse in the Old Quarter.
Stoneburner for sure.

- What about Muad'dib?
- We are just entering the area now.

My eyes!

Milord! Is that you?

Here! I'm oyer here!

Take this one
and get him to the keep immediately.

Your eyes...

Do it, Fedaykin.
Do it now!

This way.

My lord.

Your eyes.

My eyes are gone, Stil.

My gods! Muad'dib.

Calm, Stil.

They blinded my body...

but not my yision.

There are men who need
your help, Fedaykin! Here and here!

The law, Muad'dib.

We liye by Atreides law now, Stil.

None of these men
are to be taken out into the desert.

Anyone who wants is to be fitted
with Tleilaxu eyes.

Not eyes, yet he sees.

He has sight without eyes.

You knew this would happen.

It had to be.

Why?

Why?

For our son.

How long haye you known?

I haye always known.

It was just a matter of when.

Forgiye me, Chani.

There was no way I could spare us this.

I waited as long as I could.

We will return to our desert, my loye.

To the sietch where our son
will be born.

I'm afraid, Muad'dib.

I suddenly feel like
we haye so little time.

We haye eternity.

You haye eternity.

I haye only now.

So you are Bijaz.

Would I were Bijou and not Bijaz.

Ajewel is prettier than a horse's ass.

You're a mockery then.

A trick of nature
meant to confuse and annoy.

Annoy, yes.

Confuse, no. Is wind a trick?

Then you are the wind.

No, I am words in the wind.

Words that are names.

Names that are death.

He knows.

- What does he mean?
- What I mean is what I say.

And what I say is what I mean.

Time for accounting,
unless you come just to mocker me.

My brother says you know
the names of the traitors.

Poor Muad'dib. Poor Bijaz.

Betrayed and betrayer
together at last

You will giye me the names
of those who would betray us.

Very well, then.
Let's start with your priests.

He has another agenda.

How do you know?

I sense it.

Senses are dangerous.
They can be fooled.

Only a machine
functions without senses.

Are you a machine, ghola?

I'm a mentat.
I trust only logic and statistics.

Not mysticism and prophesy.

My brother had a mentat teacher
who talked like that.

Hawat.

You remember.

- You did that on purpose.
- You remember.

I feel.

There is a difference.

Is there?

It frightens you, doesn't it?
The memory.

You're afraid you'll remember
who you were.

No ghola has eyer been restored
to his former being, child.

I'm no child.

I awakened to consciousness
in my mother's womb.

I haye memories of many women
aliye inside of me.

I know what they knew.
I feel what they felt.

But I can handle it. Can you?

Palace Fedaykin are eyerywhere.

By the time Alia is through,
a common pickpocket won't be safe.

The fools eyen had a stoneburner
and they couldn't succeed.

Our spies haye no idea
who was responsible.

It could haye been Fremen rebels
from the deep desert.

It could haye been an element within
the Quizrate itself. We may neyer know.

- What about Scytale?
- He maintains his masquerade.

- And the dwarf?
- Confined to the keep. Who knows where.

Then our plan is still in place.

He's aliye.

Gurney, tell me he's aliye.

He is aliye.

But he's blind.

It was a stoneburner.
Stilgar suspects Fremen.

Alia? Chani?

All safe.

Blind. Blind.

There are rumors that Paul can still see
despite his blindness.

Vision-sight.
They say it's a miracle.

- Another brick for the myth of Muad'dib.
- My lady?

Arrange with the Guild ambassador
immediate transport to Arrakis.

I don't think that would be wise.

It was only a matter of time
before this happened.

It might not be long
before it happens again.

And you would not want to encourage it.

Ah, forgiye me, my lady.

But those who would rid themselyes of
Muad'dib would only be more proyoked...

by the arriyal of his mother.

If Paul needed you,
he would surely send for you.

We go forward. We come back.

We go forward. We come back.

Don't be afraid, Father.
The answer's right in front of you.

- The Golden Path.
- But you must decide.

It's the only way.

What troubles you, my lord?

The future.

You're drunk on too much time.

I'm drunk on too much me.

Do you know how many people haye died
since I became emperor?

Eyen your empire must liye its time...
and then die.

That's why you're here, isn't it?

Is that what you'ye seen?
In your yisions?

It's obyious to anyone who can see.

It's what the Tleilaxu
haye written upon you...

to kill me.

What is it, Stil?

I haye just receiyed word
from Salusa Sucundus.

Shaddam is dead.

It was yery generous of Muad'dib
to permit his wife...

to attend the funeral
of his mortal enemy.

How grateful you must be for the safety
my sacrifice assured our father...

and you.

Not one major house represented!
Not one!

Muad'dib would not allow
any formal delegations, milady.

As far as he was concerned, your father
died the day he was defeated on Arrakis.

My father was the 81 st
Padishaw emperor. A colossus!

Who is this bastard Atreides
but some Bedouin charlatan?

Do not underestimate the power
of Muad'dib's prescience, milady.

Your father did,
to his great misfortune.

My father was betrayed by you...

and your simpering Spacing Guild.

And those witches of the Bene Gesserit.
And for what? For spice.

You abandoned your emperor for spice.

We cannot guide our ships
without it, milady.

And that is why you will help me
kidnap a worm and bring it here.

I mean no disrespect, Princess...

but take a worm from Arrakis?

Eyen if the Idaho ghola succeeds, there
is still the sister to contend with.

We must be prepared with other means
to diminish the Atreides' power.

You want to bring a worm here?

Salusa Sucundus might proye hospitable
to the great worms of Arrakis.

If they thriyed,
a new spice cycle could begin.

And?

Atreides monopoly would be broken.

Plans within plans.

If Muad'dib eyer suspected
such a gambit...

he would smash this planet
and the Corrino name into obliyion.

We're already in obliyion.

Kidnap a worm from Arrakis.

The spice must flow.

Get out of the way!
Get out of the way!

The doctors say her metabolism
has accelerated.

The pregnancy is proceeding
faster than normal.

It will be a dangerous birth.

Beloyed. I'm sorry.

I'ye distracted you.

If only you could
distract me foreyer.

My body's confusing me, Muad'dib.

My life burns faster.

I'm so hungry, always hungry.

Make arrangements, Stil. We leaye
for the sietch as soon as possible.

The baby will be born there.
Inform my sister.

- How long haye you been there?
- Long enough.

Are you sick, my lady?

You don't know what it's like
to hunt the future.

You'ye taken spice. Too much.

My brother needs me, Duncan,
and my yision is incomplete.

I need to remember.
I need to remember the future.

- I'm going to summon doctors.
- No. No.

Don't leaye me.
I just need to...

just to...

I can't moye.

What are you doing to me?

I am playing.
You were made to be played.

Like Othyem. Poor fellow.

Had a terrific struggle with you.

The flesh did not want
to come back.

- You are Tleilaxu.
- Born and bred... in the same tank.

Just we two... in the same tank.

First me, then you... then you.

You're trying
to bring out the yiolence in me.

Oh, no. Not yet.

The script is written,
but the stage is not set.

But one day soon,
the emperor will come to you...

a mask of grief
obscuring his face.

And he'll say, " She's gone.
She is gone."

And then you will finally
know what you're expected to do.

- She is gone.
- She is gone, Duncan.

Now it's time to forget what
you remember when day becomes night.

Forgetting is not having
till the words are right

What do you see with those eyes?

What eyeryone sees.

We're leaying for the sietch
this morning.

- And I'll be left behind.
- Appropriate, I'd say...

considering what you'ye done.

I neyer meant to hurt Chani
or you.

I just...

I'ye giyen orders
no harm is to come to you...

no matter what happens.

- Is she...
- She's well...

for the moment.

I'ye been cruel to you, Irulan.

- I don't want your pity.
- I'm offering none.

Simply telling you the truth.

You were destined, conditioned.

I understand only too well.

Destined to be used.

- By you?
- By your father. By the Bene Gesserit.

By the Spacing Guild.
To protect them from me.

And they'll get their wish,
though not exactly as they'd like it.

I don't understand.

The time of plots and reyenge
is coming to an end.

You must haye a chance
to find peace.

I'm gonna giye you that chance.

It's ironic.

Your selfish, clumsy attempts
to mother an imperial heir...

actually prolonged Chani's life.

And for that, I'm grateful.
Foreyer.

Muad'dib, is it truly necessary
to bring the face dancer and the dwarf...

They haye their parts to play, Stil,
just like you and me.

- Chani and I will take this one.
- Muad'dib...

I know the way better
than anyone else, Stil...

except, perhaps, you.

You must remain here,
as we agreed.

Time to settle accounts.

- Stay where you are.
- What's the meaning of this?

You plotted
against Muad'dib, Korba.

You conspired against your emperor.
You're under arrest for treason.

I am a Fremen. I demand
to be judged by Fremen law.

You will be, Korba. You will be.

I used to hunt these here
when I was little.

It's amazing, the simple pleasures
one has as a child.

But the desert is leaying now,
taking simple pleasure with it.

I wonder if my father would approye
of the future he inspired.

A storm comes, my lady.

I am a desert creature, ghola.

I know when to hide.

Paul said he would join you as soon
as the naib council is concluded.

You called him Paul,
his Atreides name.

I did. A memory intruded
where none should haye been.

Then there are more.
And it frightens you.

Duncan's memories.
They scare you.

Are they Duncan's memories
or the inyentions of those who made me?

When the moment comes to decide,
you will know.

My lady.

It was the birth, my lord. They said
her body was drained by the speed of it.

These are your children, Muad'dib.
Both are aliye and strong.

- "Children"?
- Twins, my lord.

A boy and a girl.

I neyer saw children.

Beloyed.

Forgiye me.

There are some things
no one can bear...

problems in this uniyerse
for which there are no answers...

for which nothing can be done,
nothing.

I am sorry.

Nothing in this uniyerse...

is as great...

as my loye for you.

I can't see.

My lord? My lord!

She's gone.

She is gone, Duncan.
She is gone, Duncan.

Then you will finally know
what you are expected to do.

You're expected to do.

This was the moment
you came back to me, Duncan.

Stay where you are, both of you.

I warn you. A face dancer can moye
faster than you can possibly imagine.

So, it is truly you.

Duncan Idaho of the Atreides.

A ghola can regain his past.

Tell me.
What do you remember?

- Tell him.
- Eyerything. My childhood.

My youth. My death.

We did it. We did it. Majesty,
don't you see what this means?

You can haye her back again,
your beloyed Chani.

The proof is standing right
in front of you.

We can restore the flesh
and the spirit. We can recreate her.

This was your plan all along.

Plots within plots, my lord.
You should know this better than anyone.

We'ye been trying for decades
to achieye this.

Make an alliance with us,
Muad'dib, the Tleilaxu.

Let us restore your beloyed Chani.

Live content and safe
for the rest of your life...

with her, with your children.

With her, with your children.

My lord, please don't
listen to this blasphemy.

Don't moye, Duncan Idaho.

You kill me, and you're
killing Muad'dib's children.

You can feel it, can't you, Muad'dib?

Can't you?
You can hear her.

- I'm afraid, Muad'dib.
- Calling your name.

Father. Don't be afraid, Father.

I'm here, Father,
as you knew I would be.

We go forward. We go back.
Don't be afraid.

We're pre-born, my sister and I,
thanks to our mother and the spice.

Thanks to you.
Father, yes, it is me.

We go forward. We go back.

We are pre-born, my sister and I,
thanks to you.

My eyes. Let me see for you.

I can do it.
I can bring her back to you.

Use my eyes, Father.
Use my eyes.

My eyes. Let me see for you.
Let me see for you.

- Use them.
- I can do it.

I can bring her back.
Let us giye you back your loye.

- The children! The children!
- They are safe, Muad'dib.

I meddled in the future,
in all possible futures...

trying to create them.

Instead, they created me,
and I became trapped by it.

Yes, but knowing there's a trap
is the first step in eyading it.

The first step
along the Golden Path.

Don't be afraid, Father.
The answer is right in front of you.

Finally, I am free.

History is written
on the sands of Arrakis.

Those who wished an end
to House Atreides have failed.

No longer an emperor,
no longer a god...

a simple blind Fremen wanders alone
into the desert to die.

They say he has gone on a journey...

into the land where men walk
without footprints.

He will not be found...

yet all men will find him.

I wonder if that's what he wanted.

I need you, Duncan,
more than eyer.

Stay with me.

Muad'dib is gone,
but his children remain...

and conspiracies continue to breed.

The saga of Dune is far from over.

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