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Arrakis.

Dune.

Wasteland of the Empire

and the most valuable planet
in the universe

because it is here,
and only here, where spice is found.

The spice.

Without it,
there is no commerce in the Empire.

There is no civilisation.

Arrakis.

Dune.

Home of the spice.

Greatest treasure in the universe.

And he who controls it,
controls our destiny.

Father!

Mentat engineers,
please report to fusion plants.

Life support technicians,
prepare for departure.

This move to Arrakis comes
at a delicate moment for House Atreides.

A test of your father's loyalty
to the Emperor.

You must remember, Paul

our society is a tangled web
of competing forces.

Our civilisation rests upon
a political tripod

a most unstable of structures.

A deceptive balance of power exists
between the Emperor

the Congress of Royal Houses, and
the supposedly impartial Spacing Guild

with its invulnerable monopoly
on interstellar transport.

Complicated by a feudal trading culture
that turns its

Dr. Yueh would be disappointed.

Then he'd know how I feel.

Attention.

Departure from Caladan airspace, 0-10:00.

It's never easy leaving one's home, Paul.

Think of this as a new adventure,
the adventure of a lifetime.

You call this an adventure:

Leaving our home for some dry speck
of dust in the middle of nowhere?

You're a duke's son.

You have duties, responsibilities.

How could I ever forget?

Every day I have to eat responsibility
for breakfast and duty for dinner.

Sarcasm doesn't become you.

I just want to see my father.

So do I.

Attention.

Departure from Caladan airspace, 0-10:00.

All Atreides personnel,
please prepare for departure.

The Reverend Mother has arrived.

She wants to see you,
before we depart for Arrakis.

You have given him your face, Jessica.

But the father has given him his eyes.

And his courage.

We shall see.

Come here, boy.

Let me have a better look at you.

If you know what's good for you,
you'll do as I say.

I'll be the judge of what's good for me.

Your mother has taught you many things,
I see.

She tells me you dream.

Your Reverence

- if I could
- You're dismissed, Jessica.

Since when is it permitted to treat
the Lady Jessica as a common servant?

She was a common servant.

My servant.

And a good one, too

until she was 16,
and your father took her.

Now, I would like to hear
about your dreams.

They're just dreams.

About what?

Why don't you tell me?

Do you know what this is?

It is a test, young Atreides.

A test for what?

Put your hand inside, and we'll see.

What's in it?

Pain.

I hold the Gom Jabbar at your throat,
young Atreides.

Keep your hand in the box and live.

Remove it and die.

I must not fear. Fear is the mind killer.

That's right, boy.

Pray.

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

And when the fear is gone,
there will be nothing. Only I will remain.

No woman, child,
ever withstood that much pain.

You are a gifted boy, young Atreides

but you have much to learn.

He survived.

You should've warned me.

She was forbidden.

I'm sorry.

Paul.

You were supposed to have a daughter.

You have hopelessly complicated matters.

An Atreides daughter could've been wed
to the Harkonnen heir.

The feud between the houses
could've been ended.

My duke wanted a son.

You arrogant girl.

Putting his desires above our interests.

How dare you turn your back on
the centuries of our breeding programmes.

I'll pay for my mistakes.

And your son will pay it with you.

We'll do what we can.

He may be worth saving

but for the father, nothing.

Good thing you don't play your baliset
as badly as you fight, Gurney-man.

It's too bad Duncan isn't here.

- Then I could get a real workout.
- Now you've done it.

Whoa, Gurney-man.

Never submit to anger.

Fast on defence, slow on the attack.

You forgot your first principle, Gurney.

Not likely.

Look down, lad.

Perhaps you'd like to sing soprano
next time I play.

Guess I'm just not in the mood today.

Not in the mood?

Mood is a thing for cattle and women,
young pup.

Mood is not for fighting.

Even with the Weirding ways
your mother teaches you.

It's that old Bene Gesserit witch.

Something she said

or did.

The navigator is arriving.

Spacing Guild shuttle N-117
arriving central transportpart.

This zone is now restricted.

We'll be on our way to Arrakis soon.

It is said that they depend on the spice

and that without it,
they can't navigate.

It is said.

They used to be human, didn't they?

Until the spice changed them.

I don't think anyone knows for sure.

I've never seen one.

No one has.

It's forbidden, Paul.

So don't endanger
our shipping privileges trying.

All non-Guild personnel,
please secure quarters.

Will Arrakis be as bad as they say, Thufir?

The storms, perhaps.

They can eat the flesh off your bones
as you stand.

The only thing that doesn't fear
an Arrakis storm is the giant worm.

It's not worms I worry about.

Your father is a formidable man, Paul.

Even the Emperor fears him.

I'd sooner cast my fate with him
than trust anything

some Bene Gesserit hag said.

Why do you hate them?

The Bene Gesserits?

I don't hate them.

I don't trust them.

I am a Mentat.

I trust logic and statistics,
not mysticism and prophecy.

Attention. All Atreides personnel,
restriction to quarters now in effect.

Please prepare for departure.

Spacing Guild navigator docking central
transport part. This zone is restricted.

Repeat.

Spacing Guild navigator docking central
transport part. This zone is restricted.

And so it begins.

The trap is set, the prey approaches.

A glorious winter is about to descend
on House Atreides and all its heirs.

The centuries of humiliation,
visited upon my family

will finally be avenged.

But Arrakis was mine!

Shut up, Rabban.

I did what you said, Uncle.

I made the people cower.

I crushed that vile planet.

He said "squeeze", brother, not "crush".

Rabban aspires to rule House Harkonnen
one day, Feyd.

And yet he can't even rule himself.

Explain our plan, Mentat.

The plan is elegant and vicious,
dear Baron.

Of course it is.

I designed it.

In order for the Empire to survive,
the spice must flow.

But the production
has become inconsistent.

In his wisdom, the Emperor decided
only one man is honest enough

and loyal enough to be trusted with
restoring the spice production adequately.

Duke Leto Atreides.

Temporarily interrupting
80 years of Harkonnen rule

and all the profits that go with it.

I said "temporarily", you moron.

It doesn't take long for Duke Leto
to believe he has Arrakis

firmly under control.

And then,
at the moment of his greatest confidence

The traitor strikes.

A traitor? Who?

That remains my little secret for now.

What about the other great houses?
They're sure to protest.

Perverting common wisdom, Nephew,
is a mark of all great conspiracies.

You see, Nephews,
a popular man arouses jealousy

and Duke Leto is a very popular man.

The other great houses
will be glad to get rid of him

even though they would never admit it.

The spice

will flow.

The Emperor will be pleased
and House Harkonnen

will be more powerful than ever.

Alone and vulnerable,
at the edge of the universe

valiant Duke Leto
will finally come face to face with fear.

When I'm through,
he won't know who to trust

not even that Bene Gesserit witch
he sleeps with.

They'll all be turning on one another
like rats in the flood.

By the time the traitor
is fully revealed

the fate of Atreides
will already be sealed.

My son always says
you have a feline grace, Duncan.

I didn't want to startle you, Milord.

The latest emigration reports.

They fear our regime
will be as bad as the Harkonnens'.

We're losing too many.

Spice hunters, drivers, weather scanners,
dune men, we'll need.

Should I persuade some to stay?

No.

I have something more important
for you to do.

I want you to go into the desert.

The Fremen?

I'm getting reports of hundreds,
perhaps thousands, in villages

what they call "sietches".

In the deep desert.

Beyond the mountains.

The Harkonnen sneered
at the desert people.

Hunted them for sport.

I doubt they'll expect
any better from us.

Then we have to change that.

We're going to need allies here, Duncan.

I want you to seek out their leader

this Liet I keep hearing about.

A phantom.

He may not even exist.

He could even be many different men.

Find out.

Negotiate patience so I can demonstrate
our good intentions with deeds.

If I'm lucky,
they will judge all of us by you.

You honour me, sir.

I am endangering you and I know it

but you're the only one
I can trust with this.

That's a dusty little garrison town.

A testament of the harsh climate
of the place.

What's he doing?

Water seller, Milady.

You need never bother
with the likes of them.

The cistern at the palace
holds 50,000 gallons

and it's always kept full.

What's wrong with their eyes?

Those are Fremen, desert people.

It's the spice.

It's everywhere: the air, the food.

By the time a Fremen child is 12
his eyes have turned completely blue.

Guards everywhere.

We didn't have to live
like this on Caladan.

Family apartments are in the west wing.
The furniture is being brought up.

What is this for?

An old custom, I'm told.

Guests ceremoniously splash water
on the floor after washing their hands.

They save the squeezings.

Demeaning custom.

Idaho has prepared for us well, Milord.

Duncan?

Where is Duncan? Can I see him?

I have him occupied on official business
for the moment.

You must be patient.

I've assembled the general staff,
as you requested.

No, don't take it up there.

I want the coat of arms to hang here.

The first thing visitors must see.

This is House Atreides now.

We are not like the Harkonnen.

You will be treated here with respect.

From now on,
we speak the lady's language at all times.

The Shadout Mapes, Milady,
head of household staff.

Mapes, show Milady our apartments.
Make sure she has everything she needs.

I'll join you after the briefing.

This way, Milady.

Come, Paul.

The men are waiting.

Me?

Right now?

It's time you participated.

I've had the girls sandscrub these walls
to within a millimetre of their frames.

The Harkonnen stench is finally gone.

Built by off-worlders many years ago.

A chapel for the memories of what
they left behind when they came here.

A thousand people
could survive a year on the water

it takes to keep this place a month.

And a Harkonnen
never let us forget it, Milady.

Your name, Shadout,
it means "well-dipper", doesn't it?

I was raised in the desert sietches,
Noble-born.

Refer to me as Milady, Mapes.
I'm not noble-born.

I am the bound concubine of the duke.

There is no wife?

I'm his only companion,
the mother of his son.

You are Bene Gesserit.

Yes, I know the ancient tongues.

I'm trained in the ancient ways.

This place is precious.
It should be protected.

Tell the people, Mapes,
this place belongs to them now.

As long as we rule here

the Atreides family
will keep it in trust for them.

Stay there.

Give them back their money.

Go on.

It is a custom, Milady.

This custom stops now.

Do as I said.

Do as I said.

Water will never again be sold
at the Atreides' door.

At the end of every meal,
any person who calls at this door

may receive a full cup, free.

Is it possible?

Could it be possible
that she brings the Mahdi?

The thing must take its course.

What about the mining accounts?

The Harkonnen spice operation took

10 billion solaris out of here
every year.

Now, does anyone here still think that the
Harkonnen have just packed up and left?

Gurney, I want you to make contact

with the smugglers
operating in the deep desert.

Tell them that we'll ignore
what they're doing from now on

as long as they make it worth our while.

The Emperor is extremely jealous
of his spice profits, Milord.

It's one thing
to turn a blind eye to smugglers.

It's quite another
to pocket some of their earnings.

Well, then just tell him what we're doing.

Bank the entire amount to his name,
Shaddam IV.

But then deduct it from our taxes
as a legitimate expense.

In other words, cost of doing business.

What?

I would just love to see the Baron's face
when he hears of this.

All the Harkonnen parasites
who got rich taking smuggler bribes

will be flushed into the open.

No more graft.

The Emperor cannot deny this.

Not in public, anyhow.

Well done, lad.

Now

An emperor's daughter must do better.

Worthy to be your first-born.

They tell me her ambitions tend
more to the literary than the political.

Never underestimate the political uses
of an awakened mind, Majesty.

Subterfuge and cunning are often
better allies than a fierce heart

and a strong back.

All she lacks is the primacy of our gender.

Then you must marry her well.

Someone with a suitably
pliable personality.

Too bad it won't be that young Atreides.

The most admirable lad, I'm told.

Good union of breeding and training.

We must arrange to send Duke Leto
a token of our love.

He must continue to think of us fondly.

Why did we come here, Father?

And don't just tell me
it's a matter of honour or duty.

There's more to it, isn't there?

I've never lied to you, Son.

We've been entrusted with the most
profitable commodity in the universe.

That alone makes us many enemies.

Then why don't we call them out?

Expose them

in front of the Emperor.

What if he's one of them?

This is a hard lesson, Son.

In the world we live in,
self-interest governs all.

The Emperor needs us

for the moment, to administer Arrakis,
to make the spice flow.

But he fears us, Paul.

He fears my influence
among the great houses.

If he decides it's in his interests

that House Atreides should fall,
he will do nothing to stop it.

He might even

invite opportunity to hasten it.

Well then, if you're right,
this place is a trap.

Perhaps.

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

I should've taken
the House Atreides renegade

fled to the darkest corners
of the universe.

You're too honourable for that, my love.

No. I'm too fed up.

This endless feud stops here.

The Harkonnen are a rogue clan, Leto.

No matter how much prestige
they try to buy

they'll never have the respect
you've earned.

Respect can't buy us peace.

I'd trade it all for a place somewhere.

Anywhere where we could be alone,
where Paul could be safe.

And all I had to think about
was your happiness.

Maybe then I could finally make

Please, don't talk about things
that can't be.

You belong to your time,
I was bred to my destiny.

Even if I were able to go back and choose

I would change nothing.

One of yours, Turok?

Harkonnen mercenaries.

Someone is signalling from the palace.

Save your strength
for the desert, Atreides.

Word has already
been sent to the palace.

We have people among you.

- Are they trustworthy?
- They are Fremen.

I'll take care of these.

I didn't mean to intrude.

Forgive me, Milady.
I was enjoying the morning.

For a moment,
I could imagine my wife walking there.

My Suk conditioning is supposed to rid me
of such unstable emotions as hope.

Still, it's all I have left.

We have spies everywhere, Dr. Yueh.

If she's still alive we'll find her.

Seems almost a sacrilege

wasting one's water
in a land starved for it.

Well, I'm sorry we dragged you here
to this dangerous place.

I came willingly, Milady.

Only half the sandcrawlers are operable

but we'll have most of the ornithopters
working soon.

That is a harvester factory.

We have about 1,000.

As big as she is,
there are worms in the deep desert

that could swallow one whole.

Why don't we use shields?

Shields are useless in the desert.

Even a simple body shield
will call every worm within 100 kilometres.

Drives them into a killing frenzy.

The imperial ecologist, Milord, Dr. Kynes.

We prefer the traditional term,
planetologist.

I understand that we have you to thank
for our stillsuits.

I hope they fit well.

This is basically a high-efficiency filter
and heat-exchange system.

The skin layer is porous.

Perspiration passes through heat filaments
and salt precipitators.

Water is reclaimed in catchpockets,
which you can draw from this tube.

Properly adjusted, water loss
is kept under 15 millilitres a day.

That's hardly measurable.

That's the point.

You're a Fremen.

I am accepted in both sietch and village.

But I am in the Emperor's employ.

You've worn a stillsuit before?

This is the first time.

Someone adjusted it for you?

No, it just seemed the right way
to put it on, that's all.

Well then

the desert awaits.

Maintain 120 degrees southeast, Milord.

Set.

That's where the sandmaster
is concentrating his equipment.

How many men are there
on a mining crew?

As few as possible.

Mining is a perilous adventure at best,
Milord.

Has anyone ever been lost out this far
and survived?

Men have walked out of the nearer zones
by crossing the rock areas

where worms seldom go.

Fremen?

Fremen.

There it is.

That's the harvester.

And those are the scouts?

Yes.

Watching for wormsign.

"Wormsign"?

Wherever there is spice, there are worms.

Always?

They defend the spice sands.

Has there been an effort to wipe them out?

Too much area to cover. Too many worms.

A rich field by the look of the colour.

Is that wormsign?

Where's the carryall
to evacuate the harvester?

Wormsign, approximately 40 kilometres.

He's got you.

Estimated intercept, six minutes.

Do they always cut it this close?

It's not standard procedure.
The carryall should be here.

- How many men on that harvester?
- Usually 23, Milord.

- Are we sure the worm will attack?
- No doubt about it.

Crew on the harvester,
this is Duke Leto Atreides.

We're taking you out. Cease operations
and prepare for evacuation.

Spotters, land to the west.
Prepare to be boarded.

Those spotters only carry four men,
in addition to the crew.

We can only get two in here.

You two work on the back seats.
We'll jettison them when we land.

That'll get in three more.

This is harvester Delta Ajax Niner.
Sir, we have almost a full load.

Damn the spice.
We can always get more. Prepare for evac.

That's an order!

Worm sighting. 10 degrees southwest.

Estimated speed, 40 knots.
We have an approach.

Worm intercept, five minutes.

Sandmaster,
this is a command from your duke.

Cease operations
and evacuate the station immediately

or I'll cut your ship in two
with a lasgun.

I can hear it.

The worm.

I can hear it coming.

Over here! Over here!

Both of you, over here!

The rest to the spotters!

Run, you sand dogs, run!

Get down and hang onto anything you can.

What are they doing?

Milord, we must go now! Hurry!

Capacity overload.

We need altitude or it'll suck us down.

Capacity overload.

Capacity exceeds lift capability.

Bless the Maker and his water.

Bless his coming and his going.

May his passage cleanse the world.

May he keep the world for his people.

How about the men left behind?

- Send a ship to search for them.
- But they were right by the worm

Send a ship anyway.

When God ordains a man's time to die

he directs that man to the proper place.

Paul.

I want the pilots from
that missing carryall

delivered to me personally.

Someone is going to pay for that waste.

This is a different kind of man.

He risked his life and that of his son
to save the men instead of the spice.

A leader like that could have commanded
fanatic loyalty.

This is my legacy to you, Son.

The greatest wealth in the universe
and the never-ending struggle to defend it.

The ancients used to say
danger and opportunity were

often the same thing.

This is not one of Yueh's
academic exercises, Paul.

On Caladan we ruled by air and sea.

And here we need desert power.

Desert power.

Remember that.

Mahdi, Mahdi.

Leto is growing more popular
with every passing week.

He has ruined our system
of bribes and patronage.

He's been able to maintain the spice quota
despite our sabotage.

Even that mongrel ecologist Kynes
is sending the Emperor favourable reports.

And what do you deduce
from all of this, Nephew?

The longer we wait,
the harder it will be to dislodge him.

Piter, try again, will you?

Leto's continued success makes
the other great houses nervous, Rabban.

We can hear whispers, petty jealousies
that could easily give birth

to considerable envy.

Bugger envy!

We have a traitor among them.

I say strike now!

For your approval, Uncle.

The slave is quite a specimen this time,
don't you think, Rabban?

Perhaps Feyd
shouldn't be quite so casual today.

No.

Perhaps my dear brother
might even break a sweat today.

What you fail to understand

is that I want Leto to become popular.

I want him to feel secure.

I want him to feel confident.

Confidence breeds distraction.

And that is when one is most vulnerable.

Such a beautiful boy.

Little is known about the sandworms
that inhabit the desert regions of Arrakis.

It is known that worms are drawn

to the vibration and noise
of mining activity.

However, there is no direct evidence
linking desert worms to spice production.

Needs a new dew collector.

Dew collector?

Chromaplastic.

At night it cools very fast.

In the morning, daylight heats it.

The surface condenses moisture
out of the air

and it trickles down
to keep the plants alive.

- A simple beauty.
- A meaningless beauty.

In such a godforsaken place.

We deal here with the law of the minimum.

Unless we learn to live with it,
conditions can never change.

Are you saying that conditions here
could change?

Favourable conditions?

To change the ecology of the planet?

That depends.

On what?

On who the steward of the desert is.

Perhaps one day the person will come
who will understand

who will see the future
and know what can be.

The one who will change Arrakis:

The Mahdi.

You asked me to inquire
about the shouting the other day.

The words they were calling out
at your shuttle.

"Mahdi", something like that.

It means "messiah".

They have a legend here, a prophesy

that a leader will come to them
from off-world.

A boy. The only son of a Bene Gesserit.

To guide them to true freedom.

Messiah?

Paul?

These are a simple people, Milord.

They survive on hope.

Tell me about the waters
of your homeland, Muad'Dib.

I'm sorry, Milord.

Mapes didn't tell me you were in here.

No wait.

It's fine.

I was tired.

I fell asleep.

You can go on about your work.

Tell me

do the cooks use much spice in our food?

The spice is everywhere on Arrakis, Milord.

Everywhere.

Don't move.

Just do exactly as I say.

It's a hunter-seeker.

They will kill you

instantly, if you move.

Listen to me.

The operator, wherever he is

can only target movement.

Stay perfectly still.

Don't give in.

Fear is the mind killer.

You're lucky to be alive.

I was its target?

It goes toward movement, that's all.

You could have let it go
and saved yourself.

There is a traitor among you.

Someone close.

Someone very close.

I want him alive!

Hey, you!

They tried to take the life of my son!

He looks local.

- There's nothing to identify him.
- Harkonnen, surely.

- And not working alone
- Stop it, both of you!

Burn him.

Everything except the hands.

Put some spice in each one

and send them to the Baron
on Giedi Prime.

He almost took the life of my son.

Get out, all of you! Out!

You simple ass.

I told you that I wanted
those bastard Atreides to feel secure.

But no, you couldn't wait.
You had to have your own way.

Now your initiative
has made them more defensive.

Now what, Piter?

Advancing our timetable
would seem appropriate at this point.

Another blinding burst of insight!

How is it that I am blessed with such
extraordinary counsellors as these?

There is, of course,
the slight troop-transport problem.

Our negotiations with the Spacing Guild
are not yet concluded.

Damn the Guild and their navigators.

Even the Emperor
can't move without the

blessing of the Spacing
Guild, dear Baron.

And what would you suggest,
my most devious Mentat?

Offer an increase in spice royalties

payable in advance
from Rabban's own reserves

You are out of your mind, you

Get on with it, Piter.

We must try and turn this setback
to our advantage.

Perhaps your incompetence
will prove useful after all

and hasten the day
House Atreides must fall.

You're tired, Father.

Yes, I am tired.

The degeneration of the great houses
has worn me out.

Our house hasn't degenerated.

Hasn't it?

Your assassin didn't arrive here
without help.

But who could you suspect?

I can only suspect.

I can't prove

and there's suspicion enough
to go around.

It can't be Gurney.

He knew your assassin
would be more valuable alive.

Gurney's impulsive, Father.
He doesn't have that kind of cunning.

Or Yueh's intelligence.

Surely not Yueh?

His Suk conditioning
would drive him mad first.

Never let sentiment
cloud your judgement, Son.

There is someone.

Sooner or later
you must face whoever it is.

So this is how it works.

They sow the seeds of distrust

and get us to fear each other.

Learn this lesson well, Son.

If you want to hold Arrakis,
you must be ready to fight fear with fear.

Fear and power.

That's our cue.

The man in silver
is a stillsuit manufacturer in Carthag.

An inferior product to the Fremen's.

The hard-faced woman next to him
runs an escort service in Arsunt.

Impressive client list, I'm told.

By the fireplace, Lingar Bewt,
water shipper from the polar region.

The man to his right-

Spacing Guild representative.
How could I miss him?

The man with Thufir is Esmar Tuek,
smuggler, highly successful.

He has fast ships if we need them.

Milady, Milord

I was honoured by the invitation.

You are always welcome here,
Dr. Kynes.

We found the missing carryall, Milord,
hijacked by Harkonnen agents

who tried to sell it
at a smuggler's camp.

They are now dead.

We are indebted to you, sir.

Milady will see to it
you have everything you need.

It will be my pleasure.

And my honour, Milady.

I understand they lost another harvester
to a worm.

If they keep this up, they won't even be
able to have enough money to buy water.

Gentlemen and ladies, Her Royal Majesty,
Princess Irulan Corrino.

Your Highness, your attendance
is a most welcome delight.

My father sends you his enduring respect
and affection, my Lord Duke.

The Emperor wishes everyone to know
of the confidence he has in House Atreides.

She brings the Emperor's Sardaukar killers
as her bodyguards.

Water customs here are so fascinating

don't you think, Your Highness?

When I arrived, my bathing towels
were hurried away almost before I was dry.

To save their squeezings, I assume.

That's a safe assumption.

Nothing about this place is fascinating.

If it weren't for the spice,
no one would bother about it at all.

Fortunately enough,
for a water seller like you, I would guess.

I enjoy watching the flight of birds
here on Arrakis.

Many exist without any water at all.

Carrion eaters, you know, blood drinkers.

A curious adaptation, don't you think?

You mean they are cannibals?

I said they drink blood, not necessarily
the blood of their own kind.

Why not?

One's fiercest competition
comes from one's own kind.

They eat from the same bowl.

It's said that Fremen
drink the blood of their dead.

Isn't that so, Dr. Kynes?

Not the blood, sir.

All of a man's water.

A necessity
when one lives in the deep desert.

The human body is 70 percent water.

Surely a dead man no longer requires it.

At least here is honest merrymaking.

Careful, lad.

That spice beer can go to your head
before you know it.

Play, Gurney.

Let's you and I at least have some peace.

When the son of my beloved duke
orders me to relax

then, by God, I intend to do so.

Is that how you really feel, Gurney-man

about my father?

"Beloved"?

You young pup.

If I didn't know better, I would take
those words for an accusation.

It was a simple question.

Your father rescued me
from a Harkonnen slave pit, boy.

He took me into his household,
groomed me as his war master.

The man or woman

that raises a hand against him

will have it cut off by me,
as a prelude to their death.

I'm ashamed of myself doubting you,
Gurney-man.

That's enough, lad. No more of this.

Gentlemen and ladies,
I use the terms loosely of course.

I, the Baron Harkonnen

have decided that the great seal
of our venerable house

that confused and ugly Chimera,
the griffin

no longer adequately represents
the ambition of our appetites.

Therefore and henceforth, in conclusion
and furthermore, ergo and et cetera

our ample and royal self

from this day forth,
and throughout the universe

we shall no longer be known
as House Harkonnen.

We shall be

House Hog.

Now I know why they say
your skill with a knife

is exceeded only by your mastery
of the baliset, Gurney Halleck.

Is it Atreides custom
to abandon an honoured guest

without even the courtesy
of a lame excuse?

Forgive me, Your Highness.

Careful.

Spice beer can go to your head
before you know it.

So I've noticed.

You were expecting someone
more delicate, perhaps?

"Refined" was the word I had in mind,
actually.

There's an ancient saying
I've learned to trust:

"Never judge a book by its cover."

We are not all that different,
Paul Atreides, you and me.

You don't know what you're talking about.

I've heard all about the moody Paul

the grim Paul,
the angry and unhappy Paul

who has been exiled to Arrakis where,
poor boy

one day he will inherit responsibility
for the greatest treasure in the universe.

And a never-ending struggle to defend it.

We both suffer the solitude
of our birthright.

Except that tomorrow you will return
to the comfort of your palaces on Kaitain.

To the confinement of its perfect gardens
and lonely apartments.

To your servants and entourage.

With their slavish flattery
and cautious conversation.

As an heir to an Emperor.

Who damns my mother
for bearing daughters instead of sons.

You're mocking me.

No.

I'm trying to interest you.

Are you gonna dance with me
or just stand there looking confused?

I didn't want to come here, you know.

Being an ornament
of my father's diplomacy

is hardly my idea of a good time.

But you turned out to be more complicated
than your reputation.

And I like complicated.

We've been looking for you, Your Highness.

So now you've found me.

- Have you been hurt?
- Be still, Captain.

The Princess has been
under my protection.

Oh, please.

- Gurney, hold.
- Stand down, Captain.

- Gurney.
- I said stand down, Captain!

It's late, Highness. The shuttle awaits.

I am not ready to go.

Your father left strict orders.

You see?

Perhaps we should be the adults here.

Set an example
for our hot-tempered friends.

You are more interesting than you appear,
Paul Atreides.

I hope this won't be our last encounter.

My father will no doubt reward you
for such mindless obedience, Captain.

Muad'Dib.

Muad'Dib.

Father?

Duncan?

Forgive the abrupt arrival, Milord.

But we've taken
a force of Harkonnen infiltrators.

The Fremen found them
in the cave of the shield mountains.

One of the Fremen, Turok,
was badly wounded.

- I rushed him here for treatment
- But he has died.

This is Stilgar, Milord

leader of Turok's tribe.

We've heard many things in the desert
about Leto Atreides.

I hope what you've heard
will be the beginning

of a friendship between us.

My people have suffered long
under the rule of such as you.

No, not such as me, nor any of my family.

All that changed
when the House Atreides came to Arrakis.

Duncan?

Paul.

Stilgar, this is my son, Paul Atreides.

Yes.

We have heard about him as well.

The Fremen want me
to remain with them, Milord.

He fights well.

And he has done his best for our friend.

It will reassure us.

Dual allegiance, Milord,
to you and to their tribe.

There is a precedent.

Liet serves two masters.

Let it be known among your people,
Stilgar, that Duke Leto Atreides

honours the sacrifice
that your warrior has made on our behalf.

I wish nothing but peace between us.

We thank you for the gift
of your body's water, Stilgar

and accept it in the spirit
with which it was given.

Duncan Idaho

your water now belongs to us.

The body of our friend, Turok,
remains with your duke.

His water now belongs to the Atreides.

That is the bond between us.

Mapes? Mapes!

Mapes, who did this? Who?

Traitor.

Who?

Guard dead.

Shields.

The shields.

Gurney!

Yueh?

God forgive me.

I had no choice.

Why?

Why?

Because I need to save my wife.

We haven't much time.

The Harkonnen will be in the palace soon.

I'm giving you the final revenge, Milord

for this terrible thing I've done
to you and your family.

You will have your revenge, Milord,
I promise.

Just remember the tooth.

The tooth, Milord.

When you have the Baron face to face

remember the tooth.

An Emperor's Sardaukar.

The duke! Where is the duke!

Not in quarters, sir.
We can't find the young master either.

Bastards!

No prisoners.

So, as soon as the city is pacified, Piter

remove all of the Sardaukar troops
to our frigate.

No trace of the Emperor's involvement
must ever be found here.

Piter.

A pity she has to remain gagged.

She has such a magnificent mouth.

A pretty mouth
with the sting of a scorpion.

We know all about
your Bene Gesserit witchery, my dear.

Perhaps I should cut your vocal cords

and then Piter
could have his way with you.

But then again, perhaps not.

No blood on my hands.

I have no idea what happened to you.

So when I see the Emperor's

wrinkled old bitch of a truthsayer

I suppose I'll just have to say,
"Don't know."

Aim for the desert.

Let the worms clean up the mess.

The bodies must never be found.

He looks sufficiently paralysed.

My half of the bargain, Baron.

I promised you the duke. There he is.

Well, it's a delicious sight, Doctor.

Now it's time for your half.

And believe it or not,
I'm a man of my word.

Where is she?

You promised we'd be reunited.

You said you'd free her
if I did what you asked.

Well, I've done it.

So where is she?

Your wife is free, my good doctor.

Completely free.

Free of her mortal coil.

Free of her physical cage.

I've freed her.

I promised you'd be reunited,
and I'm a man of my word.

As now you can see.

You think you've defeated me.

Never trust a traitor.

Not even one you create.

My noble duke, are you enjoying the show?
I hope so.

I kept you alive so you could witness
every precious moment of your betrayal.

What?

Paul.

Oh, the boy.

I don't know, I left him to the desert,
he and that gorgeous woman of yours.

My men left them to explore
the beauty of the sands of Arrakis.

Perhaps they'll see some worms.

We couldn't have all that noble blood
all over our hands, could we?

The Emperor was quite insistent
about that.

Yes

your beloved Emperor.

Just goes to show,
never get more popular than the boss.

Unless you intend to sack him.

Did I say that? How impolitic of me.

I must be spending too much time
with that idiot nephew of mine, Rabban.

You won't say anything will you,
my dear man?

Perhaps we should get on with it, then.

Get on with it?

This is kanly, Piter!

Vendetta!

And I am going to savour
every minute of it.

My family has hated the Atreides
for generations.

They have been the sand in our eyes,
the stink at our meals

these arrogant Atreides,
always standing in our way.

I want Leto to appreciate the beauty

of what I've done to him.

I want him to know that I,
Baron Vladimir Harkonnen

am the instrument
of his family's demise

the extinction of House Atreides

and the ascendance of House Harkonnen.

The tooth.

What did he say?

Tooth.

What did he say, Piter?

The tooth.

No!

Need you more proof
of what heaven's choice is?

Atreides is dead, and Harkonnen lives!

He's dead.

Father's dead.

- What are you doing?
- We won't survive long in the open.

We must find shelter.

But Harkonnen patrols.

Worms.

We have to take our chances.

One of ours?

We can't take the chance.

Could be Harkonnen
coming to finish the job.

Hurry! Harkonnen patrol ships
are in the area, approaching fast.

Strap in.

- What is this place?
- A Fremen sietch. A small one.

There's a storm coming.
We can stay here until it passes.

Liet, we must talk.

Rest here.

How did you know where to find us?

Dr. Yueh sent a courier.

Said you were being taken to the bled,
south of the mountain shield.

Milord

I'm supposed to give you this.

Harkonnen patrols are in the area.

- They tracked our thopter.
- They called you Liet.

You're the one, aren't you?

The one who's never seen,
the one who may not even exist at all.

Their leader.

I prefer the term "guide" to "leader".

Guiding them?

Until Mahdi comes.

Harkonnen thopters approaching.

Milord.

- You're coming with us?
- No.

- They'll kill you.
- Me?

I'm Dr. Kynes.

I work for the Emperor, you remember?

I'll just say I was your hostage.

Milord, please.

I must remain with the Fremen, Milord,
as I promised your father.

Just hold on.

We can't lose them.

Paul, the storm. We can't go into that.

We have no choice.

Nothing survives one of those storms.

Unless they want to die,
they won't follow us in, will they?

I must not fear.

Fear is the mind killer.

I will face my fear,
and I will let it pass through me.

When the fear is gone
there will be nothing.

Only I will remain.

There is a legend that the night
House Atreides lost Arrakis

a star exploded in the skies
above their homeland on Caladan.

But, the saga of Dune was far
from over.