All language subtitles for Dune. Prophecy. S01E04. Twice. Born. 1080p. MAX. WEB-DL. DDP5. 1. x264-NTb

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.
Uh, 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."

Uh, 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.

- Oh, 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, um, 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.

Mm, 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-I mean...

y-Yes. I mean,
uh...

Just-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.

Hmm.

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?

Hmm.

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, um...

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.

Um...

I, um...

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.

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.