All language subtitles for Dune.Prophecy.S01E01.The.Hidden.Hand.2160p.MAX.WEB-DL.DDP5.1.HDR.DoVi.x265-NTb.srt - eng(3)

speaker:
What holds more truth,
history or prophecy?

When humans rose up
against the thinking machines

that had enslaved them...

...history says it was
an Atreides who led
them to victory...

...while my great-grandfather
deserted the fight.

When war ended
and all thinking machine
technology was banned,

history branded
my family as cowards.

And so we were banished
to a desolate world.

Others who shared my blood

were resigned
to living in shame.

But the history
the Atreides wrote

was spun out of lies.

And I, Valya Harkonnen,
would set out to change it.

So I broke free
from the past,

and chose a new family,

made up of women
unafraid of their power.

There,
I met my true mother,

the first
Mother Superior,

Raquella Berto-Anirul.

A hero during the wars...

she trained Sisters
to work as Truthsayers.

Assigned to
the Great Houses

to help them
sift truth from lies.

Together, they would form
a network of influence

throughout the Imperium.

Raquella would use it
to govern the future.

But those who held power
were inherently driven

by violence and greed.

They required more
than just guidance.

They required
transformation.

Mother Raquella embarked
on a secret project.

She wanted to breed
better leaders.

She amassed a vast
genetic archive.

She would use it to foster
the right royal unions

and cultivate rulers
we could control.

Zealots among us
would view this breeding
as heresy.

But Mother Superior knew
I shared her vision.

And I would stop at nothing
to carry it out.

That is why,

in her final moments...

she called for me.

Valya.

It's me, Dorotea.

Valya Harkonnen.

Wait here, Tula.

Valya Harkonnen:
These prayers won't help her.

What is she doing here?

I'm here,
Mother Superior.

Red dust.

Tell them to leave us now.

Red-- Red...

It's coming...

Tiran-Arafel.

Raquella Berto-Anirul:
Valya.

Grow us...
safeguard our power.

Use every tool.

The Sisterhood

must be strengthened

or it will fall.

You will be the one to see

the burning truth
and know.

She warned us.

- Tiran-Arafel.
- A reckoning.

A holy judgment
brought on by a tyrant.

From what I saw
in Raquella's eyes,

I believe one
is coming for us.

We have
to prepare.

How?

By putting one of ours
on the throne.

A Sister?

The first empress
to rule the Imperium.

- One loyal to us.
- Dorotea will never agree.

She has to, Kasha.

It is the only thing
that ensures our protection.

Mother Raquella
always said,

"We could not be split
in our purpose."

Factions in the Sisterhood
would only weaken our order.

What she foresaw was a force
of unimaginable darkness

that could destroy us
completely.

I had to convince my Sisters
of what was true.

We must carry her
legacy forward.

We must keep
pushing the boundaries

of what it means
to be human.

We must harness
our powers of truthsense

until we advise all
the Great Houses who govern.

Mother Raquella urged us
to use every tool.

Humility is the foundation
of our virtues.

The mind
of man is holy.

The mind of man is holy.

Thou shall not
disfigure the soul!

Thou shall not
disfigure the soul.

Adversity always lies
in the path of advancement.

Most would run from it.
I would walk through it.

That is why Mother Raquella
chose me to lead.

I see you wasted
no time stepping in.

Mother Dorotea...
what are you doing?

What should've
been done long ago.

Why do you need access
to the breeding index?

So I can return
the Sisterhood
to its values.

- You can't do this!
- We are the hand

that points toward
a righteous path.

We are meant to guide
the Imperium, not rule it.

We must create the path
and lead others to it.

We are the only
ones who can.

Ever since you arrived,
you and your sister, Tula,

you've thought
too highly of yourself.

You'd risk our destruction
to keep your principles pure.

Mother Raquella didn't
share your beliefs,

nor do others aside from
your faction of zealots!

You heard what she said.
You swore to use every tool!

Because I did not
want to fight with her
on her deathbed.

This is no tool.

This is us
playing God.

And we will be
judged for it.

I honor
my grandmother,

but this great work of hers
must be destroyed.

I beg of you,
don't do this.

Dorotea!

Stop!

Face me!

What?

A new skill
I've been honing.

One I'd hoped
to share with you.

And I will...

if you bend.

I will never bend to you...
Valya Harkonnen.

Then take out your blade!

Drive it into your throat!

I knew then,
the name Valya Harkonnen

would forever be damned

to the wrong side
of history.

But my truth
lay in prophecy.

Tula Harkonnen:
What do we do?

Sisterhood above all.

speaker:
House Varick
and House Khumali

have put in requests
for a Truthsayer.

And House Harkonnen
has put in a fourth request.

Mother Superior Valya?

Yes to House Varick.

Khumali will have to wait.

And you can tell
House Harkonnen no...

for a fourth time.

Excuse me,
Sister Avila.

Imperial guards.

They're here
for the princess.

Her new husband
must be quite a catch,

fleeing him so quickly.

That's the princess's
half-brother.

He has no claim
to the throne.

A man with no purpose
devises only mischief.

Exactly.
Nothing I like more

than a man
with great wealth
and idle hands.

Perhaps once
his sister is here,

he'll pay us
more visits.

And one day,
I'll be her Truthsayer
and sister-in-law.

I think the whole point
of her coming here is
to be her own Truthsayer.

Come along, now. Quickly.

We instruct many daughters
of the Great Houses,

Lord Constantine.

There will be no risk
to the princess here.

None of those other
daughters is the heir
to the Golden Lion Throne.

If my sister's going
to spend the next
10 years here,

we need to take
precautions.

Also, the princess will
require her own quarters.

Once your sister
is here,

she will be treated
as every other student.

The dormitory is
quite comfortable.

That's not acceptable.

Well, that is unfortunate.

I had to try.

Shall we?

Tula Harkonnen:
Humanity's greatest weapon
is the lie.

If you observe
the large amount
of white matter

in the prefrontal cortex,

do you know what
that makes this man?

- A criminal.
- A sociopath.

A survivor.

Yes, Sister Jen.

Human beings rely
on lies to survive.

We lie to our enemies.
We lie to our friends.

We lie to ourselves.

Lying is among the most
sophisticated task
a brain can perform.

Because, for most of us,
we don't like to lie.

The body rejects it.

- How does it do that?
- Pupils dilate.

- Changes in breathing.
- Perspiration on the brow.

Yes, that's right.
All of them signs

that we work to perceive
in Truthsaying.

It's clear you have
a grasp of theory,

but application is what
distinguishes a Sister.

Tomorrow,
you will be tested
on your progress.

I suggest you get
some rest today.

Class is dismissed.

Good news,
little sister.

So it went well?

This time next week,
she'll be ours.

You almost had me that time.

I did not.

Focus on the body,
not the blade.

Your eyes,
they can lie,
but this...

this'll tell you where
your opponent's headin'

even before
they know.

Unhand the princess!
Filthy scum.

Constantine,
you made it!

How could I have
missed you tying the knot

to a boy
just out of diapers?

Keiran.

Between your
sword master training
and the Sisterhood,

I'm worried Nezzy will grow
too full of herself to bear.

She has become quite good.

She'll acquit herself well
on Wallach IX.

Constantine Corrino:
Hmm.

How was
the Sisterhood?

Well, if you like
barren landscapes
and minimalism,

you'll be very happy.

- Princess.
- You wanna see?

Mm-hmm.

Truthsayer Vera:
As a royal wedding present,

House of Richese
gives the House of Corrino

a newly built fleet
of ballista motherships.

Emperor Corrino has reviewed
House Richese's proposal

and finds the terms
to be acceptable.

A fleet that will
know no equal.

Dust storms
won't hinder it.

Fremen don't stand
a chance against it.

Your issues
on Arrakis

will be a thing
of the past,

and spice will flow.

One more thing,
it occurred to me
that having our own wing

in the palace might
smooth the transition.

That wasn't part
of the arrangement.

Your Majesty,
I'm sorry to be frank,

but your issues on Arrakis
aren't going away.

Not without my ships
to protect the harvest
from Fremen attacks.

It is in my blood to build,
and I do it spectacularly well.

Your admirals know
Richese ships are superior
to all others.

Just last month,
I heard you lost

another excavator
and a whole regiment.

Would you let
this small ask derail
our entire agreement?

He's trying to make
a fool of me.

Very well.
You have a deal.

Duke Richese:
Excellent!

See you
at the engagement
ceremony.

You wish to serve
the Great Houses

as Truthsayers,

and shape
the flow of power.

You must first exert
power over yourself.

Your mind and body must be
within your control.

Only then, can you
discern the truth.

In front of you
are men and women

from the Imperial prison.

Thieves, swindlers,
con artists.

Your task is
to demonstrate,
at the least,

a rudimentary command
of Truthsaying.

We have removed
all barriers
to your subjects

to make
this task easier.

You may begin.

Ain't you
a pretty little thing.

Her words are true,
but her intent is
to deceive.

He lies.
This man is a liar.

Honestly,
these were the best
you could find?

If you think it's
so simple to deceive,
Sister...

tell us,
why are you here?

Sister Jen:
My story.

When I was a child...

my mother and father
sold me to a man
who made his money

peddling the flesh
of children.

I'll spare you the details.

But I bided my time
until he got sloppy
with his knives.

I slit his throat
in his sleep.

Then I went home...

...and did the same
to my parents.

The looks on your faces.

This is my tradition.

I wore this
when I first
met your father.

He was a stranger
to me too.

The veil belonged
to my mother.

Made by the Wanderers
of Harmonthep.

Very understated.

It's a symbol
of strength.

Something I wish
you'd show a little
more of.

Instead of allowing
those sorceresses

to woo you
to their school.

The Sisterhood
will teach me skills

that will aid
in my leadership.

- This arrangement
isn't what I wanted.
- Why not?

I hear
Pruwet Richese's
quite charming.

The boy is nine.

Every year before
he comes of age

is mine to do
with what I will.

I'd make him younger,
if I could.

If you took my counsel,

you'd rule how you want
and marry who you want.

I see the way you look
at our new Swordmaster.

I'm getting what I want.

You're not the only one
who knows how to negotiate.

I'm surrounded
by vipers, Kasha.

And Duke Richese's
the worst of them all.

The Duke is no viper.
He's simply a man.

Your Majesty,
Reverend Mother Kasha.

Swordmaster.

- What is it, Keiran?
- There's a soldier
here from Arrakis.

Can't you deal
with it?

It's Desmond Hart, sir.

He survived.

Desmond Hart.

- Your Majesty.
- It's an honor.

Twelve tours
of Arrakis

when few last
more than one.

Multiple commendations.

We heard your regiment
was wiped out
in a Fremen attack.

Harvester,
transports, everything.

That is why I've come.

Because I'm the only one
that can tell you the truth.

The attack on Arrakis...

it wasn't Fremen.

They were insurgents
from your own allied worlds.

The equipment they used
was from off-planet,

and they were trained
in our ways.

Once our harvester ejected
its payload of spice,

their ship collected it.

It was theft.

Kasha.

His story is true,
Your Majesty.

Or at least
he believes it
to be.

Then why wasn't
I informed?

It must be
an isolated incident.

You've been long
on Arrakis.

I imagine you're eager
for some leave.

Actually, Your Majesty,
I was hoping, uh...

that I could get
an assignment here
at the palace.

Well, I'm sure
we can find
something suitable

for a man
of your talents.

In the meantime...
we're about to have
quite a party.

Join us.

Nez!

You did this!

Nez!

I came to say goodbye.

Kasha, what's wrong?

Remember the day
my Sisters and I
found you?

We had no way of knowing
what we would discover.

A child
held captive for years.

But the moment
I saw you,

I knew that
one day...

you would lead
our Imperium
to a better future.

I have something
I need to attend to,

but I'll
be back soon.

Javicco Corrino:
Kasha's gonna miss
the engagement ceremony,

but she says
she'll be back
for the wedding.

Oh, thank the stars.

What would we possibly
do without her?

Look, I know
you're angry with me
about this wedding.

What choice
do I have?

Our marriage may have
joined the Imperium.

- It didn't cement it--
- Stop parroting her words
back at me.

I know exactly what
our marriage did,
I brokered it.

I'm telling you,
they chose that boy
knowing his age

would give them years
to make Nez one
of their own.

Stop fighting
this wedding, Natalya.

That boy comes
with a fleet
of fighters,

which I need
for Arrakis.

There was a time
when you took
my views seriously.

The Imperium was
the stronger for it.

Yes, well,
you and I...

we remember things
differently.

Need to get dressed.

It's time.

Emeline performed well.

And it might be wise
to pair the princess

with someone
outside royal circles.

Next.

Not everyone
from this school
stems from noble houses.

It's not her background
that concerns me.

She's too rigid.
She reeks of piety.

We operate across worlds
of all dispositions.

Our aim is not to broaden
the princess's worldview.

It's to adhere her
to our own.

The Sisterhood's,
you mean.

Acolyte bonds
are forged in fire.

They last a lifetime.

Emeline is
a bad influence.

Jen has bite,
doesn't she?

She'll go far
if she can be tamed.

Reminds me
of someone else
I know.

- When was I ever tamed?
- Never...

if you asked our mother.

Well, I think
the princess would like her,
but...

she's too independent
a thinker.

We need to pair Ynez
with someone we can trust
to keep her in line.

She won't be under
Kasha's influence much longer.

Well, Theodosia?

She has reason
to be loyal to us.

We took her in when
she had nowhere else
to turn.

She excels in her studies.
She is uniquely...

useful.

We'll see.

Oh, don't dissemble, sister.

You're only hard on her
because she's your favorite.

Well, your favorite's
like a lamb lost
in the woods.

Lila is a true empath.

And given her lineage...

she will be
a natural-born
Truthsayer.

She needs to be
nurtured.

Weakness is
not something
to nurture.

She's young.
She's afraid.

She's in awe
of you.

And in time, she'll grow
all those hard layers

that you measure
worth by...

as I did.

Don't underestimate
yourself, Tula.

What matters most
is what's underneath
those hard layers.

- Whatever trepidation
you're feeling--
- It's not trepidation.

What I saw was
no ordinary nightmare.

The fear I felt...
I still feel.

You don't know
Nez like I do.

She's strong...
not easily handled.

Well, good.
That's why she was chosen.

You forget I'm the one
who bonded with her

since she was a child,

who deflects
the empress's
interference,

who assuages
the emperor's fears

even as we weaken him
on Arrakis.

Now is not the time
to lose faith in a plan

that has been decades
in the making.

And what if
this plan of yours

causes the very thing
we seek to prevent?

What if we've brought
on the reckoning
Raquella spoke of?

You forget I'm the one
that Raquella asked for

as she lay dying.

I shall see
the burning truth.

I think I know
what she wanted.

Why don't you
stay the night,

remind yourself
of your purpose,

but tomorrow
you must return
to Salusa Secundus.

Nothing is more important
than your work there.

A Sister on the throne,
that's what we agreed.

And this is the marriage
that makes it possible.

This wedding
will proceed.

Imperial Cryer:
House Richese.

Duke Richese: Your Majesty...

may I present
to you my son

and the future
of your royal line...

Lord Pruwet Richese.

May the Richese seed
find purchase

in royal wombs.

If Kasha believes
something is wrong,

the least we can do
is our due diligence.

- Why do you dismiss
her out of hand?
- It wasn't out of hand.

I heard what she said

and then I dismissed her.

So, it is
blind obedience
you want?

- Yes.
- Well, at least
that's constant.

I have done everything
that Raquella asked.

I have protected our work.
I have grown our ranks.

Our hands are poised
on the levers of power.

And yet our grasp on it
is still fragile.

I am trying to protect us
and the Imperium

the only way I know how.

I believe in
your commitment,
Valya.

Well, maybe she's grown
too close to Ynez.

It's so unlike her
to abandon her post

- at this precarious time.
- That is exactly my point.

Why not just
check the match.

See if Princess Ynez
truly is the one we should
put all our hopes in.

My family calls me Nez.
What do they call you?

- Pruwet.
- So, what do you--

We don't actually
have to speak.

Father says this is
just a formality.

Mm. Yeah.

Whale fur, the finest
in the known universe.

The profit is there.
It's, it's simple
mathematics really.

I'm sure you're right,
Baron Harkonnen.
Let me think about it.

You won't regret it.

And, whale fur never
goes out of style.

It would be incredible
for your uniform.

And, uh, have
we discussed

the untouched value
of whale seed?

Its, uh, its
medicinal benefits--

Would you excuse me
a moment, please?

What do you
have there?

Nothing.

Your intent
is to deceive.

You're not a Truthsayer.

Not yet,
but I know a liar
when I see one.

Let me see.

That technology
is forbidden!

Princess Ynez,
step aside.

- Don't tell me you're all
afraid of a little toy?
- Afraid?

You exist because
House Corrino defeated
thinking machines!

Javicco...

let's be sensible.

Don't let this ruin
our celebration.

Let us, for now...

overlook this transgression.

Thank you, Nez.

Once our marriage
goes through,

you pull something
like that again

and I'll stab you myself,
you little shit.

Now get rid
of that thing.

Our plan holds.

I checked
the genetic archive.

Ynez is
the right choice.

And this is the match
that stabilizes

the Corrino line
for centuries.

I'm wondering
if when all this
is over,

Kasha shouldn't spend
some time here, with us,
on Wallach IX.

Kasha may be wrong
about the wedding,

but no one is closer
to the emperor.

We need
her influence.

You can't keep picking
pieces off the board

just because they
disagree with you.

If you want
to protect her, Tula,

get her head straight.

Sister Emeline:
After all our training,

the princess will
just stroll in here
as an acolyte.

How's that fair?

She's a princess.
She's never known fair.

We, we just passed
the Lowers.

We're not going
to the Lowers.

We're going to Division.

One last night out.
You and me.

In that case...

Desmond Hart: Your Majesty.

Are you alright?

Yes, yes.
It's nothing.

Fear can be debilitating.

Especially on a planet
like Arrakis,

where everything is...

constantly trying
to kill you.

You'll find
Salusa Secundus
familiar.

No, thank you.

What do you think?
You think a fleet
of fighters

will be enough to end
my troubles on Arrakis?

Yes.

But they'll do nothing
about the growing insurgency
in the Imperium.

That was an isolated
incident.

Your Majesty,
the theft of spice
is a mere symptom.

Your troubles are far greater
than just Arrakis.

More and more
people question

if we were too quick
to discard the machines.

And why only the Great Houses
profit from spice?

Has this not been
shared with you?

I thought the witches knew
everything that went on.

Kasha's never
led me astray.

But I... I feel
this wedding is wrong.

- Then call it off.
- And lose control of Arrakis?

My father never suffered
such humiliation.

Nor his father
before him.

Without spice,
the Great Houses would
feed me to the worm.

Do you believe in forces

that extend beyond man
and machine?

I don't know what
I believe anymore.

Well, then believe this.

I should not be here.

That attack
should've killed me.

The fear I felt staring
down in that abyss.

You know what
I prayed for then?

The strength...
to feel nothing.

Next thing I know,
I'm clawing my way
out of the sand.

My lungs are screaming.

And when I took
my first breath...

I felt reborn.

Different...
I was no longer afraid.

Hmm.

The gods are listening.

The gods?

Religion is
my wife's refuge.

I'll tell you
something...

if the gods freed me from
this vice of a wedding...

consider me
a true believer.

Wanna share?

speaker:
Atreides...

everything okay?

We're good.

Are we good?

We're good.

In two days' time,
I'll be in another world.

What's wrong?
Bad dreams?

Everything's
a joke to you.

Why are you
even here?

Your story was a lie.

But there was
truth behind it.

I was raised here...
in the Sisterhood.

The Reverend Mothers,
they don't always know
who our parents are.

And even if they do,
they don't tell us.

Don't worry, doe eyes...

one way or another,
our past always finds us.

You're okay, I promise.
I'm here now.

There you are.

What are you doing
out here all alone?

I couldn't sleep.
I had a bad dream.

You wanna
tell me about it?

I'd be afraid too,
after what happened
to your toy.

Father says we've become far
too strict about such things.

Hmm.

- You're a real soldier?
- Mm-hmm.

Then why are you here?

- There's no war here.
- Not many see it, but I do.

There's a war
hidden in plain sight...

waged by an enemy
that has made themselves
indispensable.

It has come here
to do our thinking for us.

But the machine wars
ended ages ago.

They did, I know.

And that is why
it is so troubling

that we are
being controlled again.

That is why I've been gifted
a great power.

What power do you mean?

To win a war
requires sacrifice.

And yours,
it won't be in vain.

Ahh! Stop it, please!

It hurts! Stop!

Stop it, please!

No!

I see, Mother.

I see.