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Arrakis.

Dune.

Wastelands of the Empire

and the most precious planet in the universe,

because it is there, and only there, where the spice is.

The spice.

Without it, no trade in the Empire.

No civilization.

Arrakis.

Dune.

Homeland of the spice.

The greatest treasure in the universe.

He who has control, is master of our destiny.

Father!

Mentat Engineers expected at the fusion buildings.

Survival equipment specialists, imminent departure.

This progress on Arrakis falls rather badly for the Atreides Clan.

Your father's loyalty to the Emperor is tested.

Remember, Paul,

that our society is a complex fabric of rival forces.

Our civilization rests on a political tripod,

a most unstable structure.

The balance of power is misleading between the Emperor,

the Congress of Clans and the Space Guild, supposedly impartial,

which exercises a monopoly on interstellar transport.

All this complicated by a feudal commercial culture that...

Dr. Yueh would be disappointed.

He would then know what it did.

Your attention.

Departure from Caladan at 0-10:00.

It's never easy to leave, Paul.

Tell yourself that this is a new adventure, the adventure of your life.

Is this an adventure?

Leaving home to go on a lost grain of dust?

You are the son of a duke.

You have duties, responsibilities.

How could I ignore it?

Every day I have responsibilities at breakfast and homework at dinner.

Irony doesn't suit you.

I just want to see my father.

Me too.

Your attention.

Departure from Caladan at 0-10:00.

All Atreides staff is requested to prepare for departure.

The Reverend Mother has arrived.

She wants to see you before leaving for Arrakis.

You gave him your face, Jessica.

But he gets his eyes from his father.

And his courage.

This is what we will see.

Come on, my boy.

Let me see you closer.

If you know what is good for you, do as I say.

I will judge for myself of what is good for me.

Your mother taught you many things, I see.

She tells me that you are dreaming.

Reverend,

- if I may... - That will be all, Jessica.

Since when have we allowed ourselves to treat Madam Jessica as a servant?

She was a servant.

Mine.

And she was gifted...

until the age of 16, when your father took it.

I would like you to tell me about your dreams.

These are only dreams.

From what?

You can tell me, right?

Do you know what it is?

This is a test, young Atreides.

A test of what?

Put your hand inside, you'll see.

What's inside?

The pain.

I hold the Gom Jabbar against your neck, young Atreides.

Leave your hand in the box, you will live.

Take it off, you will die.

I must not be afraid. Fear kills thought.

That's right, boy.

Pray.

I will know how to face my fear, it will pass through me.

When she is gone, there will be nothing left. Just me.

No woman tolerated such pain, my child.

You are gifted, young Atreides,

but you still have a lot to learn.

He survived.

You should have warned me.

She had no right to do so.

I'm sorry.

Paul.

You were supposed to have a daughter.

You made things complicated irremediably.

The daughter of an Atreides could have married the Harkonnen heir.

This would have put an end to to the enmity between the clans.

My duke wanted a son.

You arrogant girl,

place one's desires above our interest.

How dare you turn your back � centuries of programmed reproduction.

I will pay for my mistakes.

Your son will pay with you.

We will do what we can.

Perhaps he deserves grace,

but for the father, nothing.

Luckily your music is not as bad as your fight, Gurney.

Too bad Duncan isn't here.

- I would have had real training. - There, you're going too far.

Hello! Gurney.

Don't give in to anger.

Fast on defense, slow on attack.

You've forgotten your basic principle, Gurney.

That would surprise me.

Look down, kid.

Would you rather sing like a soprano next time?

� believe that I'm not in the mood today.

Not in the mood?

Mood is for the cattle and women, little.

It's not for fighting.

Even with the Oddities that you get from your mother.

It's that old Bene Gesserit witch.

She would have said...

or did something.

The navigator arrives.

The Space Guild Shuttle N-117 enters the transportation center.

Access to this area is reserved.

We will soon be on our way to Arrakis.

They say they depend on the spice,

and that without it, they cannot navigate.

We say it.

They were human, weren't they?

Until the spice transforms them.

I don't think anyone really knows.

I've never seen one.

Person.

It's forbidden, Paul.

No need to risk our browsing privileges by trying.

All personnel external to the Guild in his neighborhoods.

Is Arrakis as terrible as they say, Thufir?

The storms, perhaps.

They eat your flesh off your bones.

Alone, the giant worm does not fear the storms of Arrakis.

It's not the worms that worry me.

Your father is a formidable man, Paul.

Even the Emperor fears him.

I prefer to put my life in his hands rather than believe

the words of a Bene Gesserit witch.

Why do you hate them?

The Bene Gesserit?

I don't hate them.

I don't trust them.

I am a Mentat.

I believe in logic, in statistics, not to mysticism and prophecy.

Your attention. All Atreides staff in his quarters immediately.

Prepare to leave.

Space Guild Shuttle N-117 enters at the transportation center. Reserved access.

I repeat.

Space Guild Shuttle N-117 enters at the transportation center. Reserved access.

Here is the beginning.

The trap is ready, the prey is approaching.

A glorious winter is about to fall on Clan Atreides and its heirs.

Centuries of humiliation experienced by my family

will finally be avenged.

But Arrakis was mine!

Shut up, Rabban.

I did what you told me, uncle.

I scared the people.

I crushed this vile planet.

He said "submit", not "crush".

Rabban wants to control one day Clan Harkonnen, Feyd.

And he can't even control himself.

Explain our plan, Mentat.

It's an elegant and vicious plan, dear baron.

Of course.

I developed it.

For the Empire to survive, the spice must flow.

But the production has become inconsistent.

The Emperor wisely decided that only one man was honest enough

and loyal to be entrusted with the task to take production back in hand.

Duke Leto Atreides.

By temporarily interrupting 80 years of Harkonnen rule,

as well as all resulting profits.

I said "temporarily", you idiot.

It will not take long for Duke Leto to think he is in control

firmly Arrakis.

There, while he will be absolutely confident...

The traitor will strike.

A traitor? Who is it?

For the moment, it remains my little secret.

What about the other big clans? They will protest.

Distorting common sense, my nephew, is the essence of all conspiracy.

You see, my nephews, a popular man arouses jealousy

and Duke Leto is very popular.

The other big clans will be delighted to get rid of it,

without ever admitting it.

The spice

will flow.

The Emperor will be satisfied and Clan Harkonnen

will be more powerful than ever.

Alone and vulnerable on the edge of the universe,

the valiant Duke Leto will finally know fear.

at the end, he will no longer trust anyone

not even the Bene Gesserit witch who he sleeps with.

They will fight against each other like drowning rats.

The moment the traitor is revealed,

the fate of the Atreides will already be settled.

My son talks to me often of your feline grace, Duncan.

I didn't want to surprise you, Sire.

Here is the latest report on emigration.

They fear that we are also terrible than the Harkonnens.

We are losing too many.

We need spice hunters, drivers and meteorologists.

Should I persuade them to stay?

No.

I have a more important plan for you.

I want you to go to the desert.

The Fremen?

I'm told there are hundreds of them, in villages

which they call "sietches".

Deep in the desert.

Beyond the mountains.

The Harkonnens scoffed of those of the desert.

Hunted them for fun.

- I doubt they expect better from us. - So we need to remedy this.

We'll need allies here, Duncan.

I want you to search for their leader,

this Liet we hear about.

A ghost.

It may not exist.

It may even be several men.

It's up to you to discover it.

Try to save time so I can show our good intentions.

If I'm lucky, They will judge us all according to you.

You honor me, Sire.

I know I'm putting you in danger

but you are the only one who has my trust for this.

It's an old military post.

A witness to the harsh climate.

What is he doing?

He's a water seller, Madam.

You won't have to deal with these people.

The palace cistern contains almost 200,000 liters

and it is always full.

What's in their eyes?

These are the Fremen, the people of the desert.

It's because of the spice.

It is everywhere: in the air, food.

At the age of twelve, their eyes turn completely blue.

There are guards everywhere.

It wasn't like that on Caladan.

The family apartments are in the west wing. We bring the furniture.

What is it?

It's an old custom, they say.

Guests throw water on the floor after washing your hands.

They keep what is absorbed.

It is a demeaning custom.

Idaho has prepared our arrival well, Sire.

And Duncan?

Where is he? Can I see it?

I sent him on a special mission.

Be patient.

I brought together the military cabinet according to your orders.

No, don't go up there.

I want to put the coat of arms here.

That's the first thing that a visitor must see.

This is the home of the Atreides now.

We are not like the Harkonnens.

You will be treated with respect here.

From now on, we will speak the lady's language.

The Shadout Mapes, Madam, personnel manager.

Show Madame our apartments. Make sure she has what she needs.

I'll meet you after the meeting.

This way, Madam.

Come, Paul.

The men are waiting for us.

Me ?

NOW ?

It's time for you to participate.

I made sure let the girls scratch the walls.

The stench of the Harkonnens finally left.

Built by those from off-world, a long time ago.

A chapel in memory of this that they left behind when they came here.

A thousand people could live for a year with water

which we use here in a month.

The Harkonnens made sure let us not forget it, Madam.

Your name, Shadout, means "well diver" right?

I was raised in the desert sietches, Your Nobility.

Call me Madam, Mapes. I am not noble.

I am the duke's concubine.

He doesn't have a wife?

I am his only companion, the mother of his son.

You are Bene Gesserit.

Yes, I know ancient languages.

I am trained the old way.

This place is precious. We must protect it.

Tell people that this place belongs to them now.

As long as we are the masters here,

the Atreides family will keep it in their name.

Stay there.

Give them their money back.

Come on.

It's a custom, Madam.

Not anymore.

Do as I said.

We will no longer sell water At the gate of the Atreides.

At the end of each meal, anyone who comes to this door

will receive a free full cut.

Is this possible?

Is she the one who will bring us the Mahdi?

The thing must be done.

And the mining accounts?

The Harkonnen spice operations

cost each year 10 billion solaris.

Do you really believe that the Harkonnens have packed up?

Gurney, I want to get in touch

with traffickers who operate in the desert.

Tell them that, from now on, we will ignore their actions

as long as it is profitable for us.

The Emperor watches jealously on his profits from the spice, Sire.

It's one thing to tolerate traffickers.

It's another to pocket a share of their earnings.

Well, tell him what we're doing.

Credit the entire amount to his name, Shaddam IV.

But then deduct it from our taxes as actual costs.

In other words, as operating cost.

What ?

I would like to see the baron's head when he learns that.

Harkonnen parasites, enriched by traffickers’ rackets

will be discovered.

No more bribes.

The Emperor cannot oppose it.

Not publicly, anyway.

Well done, kid.

Let's go...

The daughter of an emperor must do better.

She deserves to be heir.

I am told that his ambition is more literary than political.

Never underestimate political talent of an awakened mind, Majesty.

Subterfuge and trickery are better allies than a formidable heart

and a strong back.

He doesn't miss him than the superiority of our sex.

It will therefore be necessary to marry her well.

Someone flexible.

Too bad it's not young Atreides.

A remarkable boy, it seems.

The union of birth and education.

We need to send to Duke Leto a mark of our love.

He must continue to appreciate us.

Why did we come here, father?

Don't tell me it's a question of honor or duty.

There's something else, isn't there?

I never lied to you, my son.

We were entrusted with the goods the most precious in the universe.

For this reason alone, we have enemies.

Why not fight them?

Expose them

in front of the Emperor?

What if he was one of them?

It's a hard lesson, my son.

In our world, personal interest is master.

The Emperor needs us

for now, in order to administer Arrakis and let the spice flow.

But he fears us, Paul.

He fears my influence on the big clans.

If he decides that it is in his interest

Clan Atreides must fall, he won't do anything against it.

It may even be

let him do everything to speed things up.

If you are right, then we are in a trap.

Maybe.

But be aware of the trap is already a way to escape it.

I should have betrayed Clan Atreides

and escape to the depths of the universe.

Your sense of honor prevents you from doing so, my love.

No, I'm too tired.

This endless struggle must end.

The Harkonnen are scoundrels.

What does prestige matter? that they are trying to buy,

they will never enjoy respect that you knew how to win.

Respect will not give us peace.

I would trade all that against any place.

A place where we would be alone, where Paul would be safe.

And where my only concern would be your happiness.

So maybe I could finally...

Do not speak of what is impossible, I beg you.

You belong to your time, I am made for my destiny.

Even if I could start all over again,

I wouldn't change anything.

Is this one of yours, Turok?

Harkonnen mercenaries.

Someone is sending signals from the palace.

Save your strength for the desert, Atreides. We have already notified the palace.

We have men among you.

- Are they trustworthy? - They are Fremen.

I take care of them.

I didn't want to disturb you.

Forgive me, Madam. I contemplated the dawn.

I thought I saw my wife walking, a moment.

My condition as a Suk is supposed to have freed from emotions such as hope.

But that's all I have left.

We have spies everywhere, Dr. Yueh.

If she's still alive, we will find it.

It’s almost sacrilege

to waste water on a land so thirsty.

I'm sorry for dragging you in this dangerous place.

I came willingly, Madam.

Only half of the sand vehicles works,

but most ornithopters will soon be operational.

This is a harvester factory.

We have nearly 1,000.

It seems great, but some desert worms

could make a mouthful of it.

And the shields?

They are useless in the desert.

A simple body shield would attract all worms within a 100 km radius.

It would make them mad with rage.

The Emperor's ecologist, Dr. Kynes.

We prefer the term traditional planetologist.

It’s you we have to thank for our wetsuits.

I hope they suit you.

This is a high efficiency filter and a heat exchanger.

The epidermis is porous.

Sweat passes through heated filaments and salt precipitators.

Water is collected in pockets and perhaps drawn using this tube.

Water loss is then minimal, less than 15 milliliters per day.

It's tiny.

That’s the goal.

You are a Fremen.

I am accepted in the village and in the sietch.

But I am in the service of the Emperor.

You have already worn these kinds of combinations?

This is the first time.

Did we help you put it on?

No, I found it logical to do so, that's all.

Well,

the desert awaits us.

Stay the course 120 degrees southeast, Sire.

GOOD.

This is where the sand foreman gathers your equipment.

How many men are there by drilling team?

As little as possible.

The mine is, at best, a perilous adventure.

Someone lost this far away has he ever survived?

Men managed to get away, crossing rocky areas,

where worms rarely venture.

Fremen?

Yes.

We are there.

Here is the harvester.

Are these the scouts there?

Yes.

They spot the traces of worms.

"Worm traces"?

Wherever we find spice, there are worms.

Always ?

They defend the sands of spice.

Have we tried to eliminate them?

The region is too important. There are too many of them.

It is a fertile place, Judging by the color.

Is this a worm trail?

Where is the evacuation device of the harvester?

Worm track about 40 km away.

He's coming at you.

Approximately six minutes before contact.

Is it still this limited?

Not with the usual procedure. The device should be there.

- How many men are there in there? - In general 23.

- Are you sure the worm will attack? - No doubt.

harvester crew, here is Duke Leto.

We'll take you on board. Stop operations and prepare to evacuate.

Patrolmen, land. Prepare for boarding.

They only have a capacity of four men plus the crew.

We can only take two.

You two, take the seats apart. We'll throw them away when we land.

That will make three more places.

Here Delta Ajax Niner harvester. We are almost finished with the harvest.

Drop the spice. Prepare to evacuate.

It's an order!

Worm in sight. Ten degrees southwest.

Speed ​​estimated at 40 knots. He's coming closer.

Contact estimated at five minutes.

Sand foreman, This is an order from the Duke.

Cease operations and evacuate the station immediately

or I cut your ship in two by laser.

I hear it.

The worm.

I hear it coming.

This way!

You two, come here!

The others in the patrol boats!

Run, damn it!

Bend down and hold on.

What are they doing?

Sire, we have to go! Quickly !

Overload.

You have to gain altitude, it will suck us in.

Overload.

Ascent impossible.

May the Creator and his water be blessed.

May his movements be blessed.

May his passage purify the world.

May he be the guardian of the world for his people.

And the men who remained?

- Launch a ship to search for them. - They were too close to the worm...

Do it anyway.

When God decides that the hour has come for such a man,

he sends it to the right place.

Paul.

I want someone to take me device drivers missing.

Someone has to pay for this waste.

This man is different.

He risked his life and that of his son to to save men rather than spice.

A leader of this caliber could inspire fanatical loyalty.

This is what I bequeath to you, my son.

The greatest wealth in the universe and an endless struggle to defend it.

The ancients often said that danger and opportunity

are the same thing.

This is not one of the bookish exercises by Dr. Yueh, Paul.

On Caladan, we were masters in the air and at sea.

Here, we must master the desert.

Mastering the desert.

Remember that.

Mahdi.

Leto's popularity grows from week to week.

He ruined our system of bribes and protection.

He managed to maintain the spice quota despite our sabotage.

Even that bastard Kynes, makes favorable reports to the Emperor.

And what do you deduce from all this, my nephew?

The longer we wait, the more difficult it will be to dislodge.

Piter, one more time, will you?

Leto's continued success annoys the other great clans, Rabban.

We hear whispers, pettiness, which could

generate considerable jealousy.

You speak!

We have a traitor among them.

We must act now!

Your decision, uncle.

The slave is a beautiful specimen, isn’t that Rabban?

Maybe Feyd will he have to be careful today.

No.

Perhaps my dear brother will have to spend today.

What you don't understand,

I want Leto to be popular.

I want him to feel safe.

Let him feel confident.

Confidence breeds distraction.

And this is where we are most vulnerable.

What a handsome boy.

Little is known about the sandworm who inhabits the desert area of ​​Arrakis.

We know that the worm is attracted

by vibrations and noise of mining activity.

However, no link between the worm and spice production has not been established.

The dew collector must be changed.

The dew collector?

Chromoplastic.

At night, it cools down very quickly.

In the morning, the light of day warms it.

The surface condenses humidity from the air

which falls and maintains living plants.

- A real beauty. - A useless beauty.

In such a lost place.

It is the law of the minimum that dominates here.

If we don't learn to live with it, conditions will never change.

You mean that the conditions here could change?

Become supportive?

That we could change the ecology of the planet?

It depends.

What ?

Who takes care of the desert.

Maybe one day, he who understands will come,

who will see the future and will know what is possible.

The one who will change Arrakis:

the Mahdi.

You asked me to find out on the cries of the other day.

The words that people shouted on your way.

"Mahdi", or something like that.

It means “messiah”.

There is a legend here, a prophecy

who says a leader will come from off-world.

A boy. The only son of a Bene Gesserit.

He will guide them to freedom.

A messiah?

Paul?

They are simple people, Sire.

They live on hope.

Tell me about the waters of your country, Muad'dib.

I apologize, Sire.

Mapes didn't tell me you were there.

Wait.

It doesn't matter.

I was tired.

I fell asleep.

Continue your work.

Tell me,

do cooks use a lot of spice?

On Arrakis, spice is everywhere, Sire.

Everywhere.

Don't move.

Do exactly what I say.

He's a hunter-seeker.

They kill

instantly, if we move.

Listen to me.

The operator, wherever he is,

can only react to movement.

Remain perfectly still.

Hold on.

Fear kills thought.

You're lucky to be alive.

Was I the target?

He goes towards what moves, that's all.

You could have let him do it and save your skin.

There is a traitor among you.

Someone close.

Very close.

I want him alive!

Hey, you!

They tried to kill my son!

He looks local.

- We cannot identify him. - He's a Harkonnen.

- He was not alone... - Stop, both of you!

Burn it.

Entirely, except the hands.

Put some spice on each one,

and send them to the Baron on Giedi Prime.

He almost killed my son.

Get out! All !

You idiot.

I told you I wanted let these Atreides feel safe.

But no, you couldn't wait. You did as you pleased.

Your initiative has put them on their guard.

And now, Peter?

It seems desirable to accelerate our program.

Another find!

How come I'm surrounded of two such extraordinary advisors?

There is the problem troop transport, of course.

We have not finished negotiating with the Space Guild.

Damn Space Guild, with its browsers.

Even the Emperor cannot move without the permission of the Guild, dear Baron.

And what does your devious mind suggest, my dear Mentat?

Offer a raise profit on spice,

payable in advance, on Rabban's personal reserves...

You are crazy...

Keep going, Peter.

We must turn the situation around To our advantage.

Maybe your incompetence will be useful, after all,

and will hasten the fall of the Atreides.

You are tired, father.

Yes.

The degeneration of the great clans exhausts me.

Our clan has not degenerated.

No ?

Your killer didn't come here alone.

Who do you suspect?

These are only suspicions.

I can't prove anything

and there are enough suspicions as it is.

It can't be Gurney.

He knew that your murderer would have been more useful alive.

He is impulsive, father. He's not that cunning.

Nor smart like Yueh.

Isn't that Yueh?

His condition as a Suk would drive him crazy.

Never let yourself be blinded by feelings, my son.

There is definitely someone.

We will have to face it sooner or later.

This is how it works.

They sow distrust

so that we fear each other.

Remember this lesson well, my son.

If you want to control Arrakis, prepare yourself to fight fear with fear.

Fear and power.

It’s ours.

The silver man is a maker of Carthag combinations.

An inferior product to that of the Fremen.

The woman with hardened features, near him, runs an escort service in Arsunt.

It is said that its customers is impressive.

Near the fireplace, Lingar Bewt, water carrier, from the pole.

The man to his right...

A representative of the Space Guild. It shows.

He who is with Thufir, he is Esmar Tuek, a traffic tycoon.

His ships are fast, if need be.

Madam, Sire,

I am honored by your invitation.

You are always welcome here, Dr. Kynes.

We found the missing device, hijacked by Harkonnen agents.

They tried to sell it in a camp of traffickers.

They are dead.

We owe you a lot.

Madame will watch so that you don't miss anything.

My pleasure.

Very honored, Madam.

It seems they lost another harvester because of a worm.

If this continues, they will not have no longer enough money to buy water.

Ladies and Gentlemen, Her Majesty Princess Irulan Corrino.

Your Highness, your coming is a great joy.

My father offers you his respect and his affection, duke.

The Emperor wants to demonstrate his trust in Clan Atreides.

His custody is assured by the Emperor's Sardaukar minions.

The water customs are fascinating here,

isn’t that right, Your Majesty?

When I arrived, we recovered my bath towels so quickly.

In order to recover the absorbed water, I imagine.

For sure.

I don't find anything fascinating here.

Without the spice, no one would care about this place.

It's a good thing for a water seller like you.

I like watching birds fly over Arrakis.

Many are those who survive without water.

They are carrion, blood drinkers.

What a curious adaptation, right?

You mean, cannibals?

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

Why not ?

The worst competition comes from his own race.

Of those who eat at the same table.

It is said that the Fremen drink the blood of their dead.

Is that correct, Dr. Kynes?

Not the blood.

Man's water.

It is necessary, when you live in the desert.

The human body is 70% water.

A dead man no longer needs it.

At least someone having fun.

Be careful, kid.

This spice beer goes to your head before you know it.

Play, Gurney.

May we have a little peace, you and me.

If the son of my beloved Duke orders me to relax,

so be it.

That's really how you feel,

for my father?

“Beloved”?

My little.

If I didn't think, I would take that as an accusation.

It was just a question.

Your father freed me from the yoke of the Harkonnens.

He took me into his home, made me his fighting master.

The one or the one

who will raise a hand against him

will see it cut by me before being killed.

I'm ashamed to have suspected you, Gurney.

Enough, little one. Let's not talk about it anymore.

Gentlemen and ladies, if I can relax,

I, Baron Harkonnen,

I have decided that the seal of our venerable clan,

this confused and ugly chimera, the griffin,

no longer adequately represents the ambition of our appetite.

Therefore, then and therefore, ergo et cetera,

our royal and vast self,

from this day on, and everywhere in the universe,

will no longer be designated by the name of Harkonnen.

We will be

the Pig Clan.

I see why they say that your talent with a knife

is matched only by your mastery of the instrument, Gurney Halleck.

Is this your custom to leave a guest of honor

without even having the courtesy to apologize?

Forgive me, Your Highness.

Attention.

The spice beer goes to the head without us even noticing.

I noticed.

You expected Someone more delicate, right?

“Refined” to be exact.

There is an ancient proverb, which I believe:

"The clothes do not make the monk."

We are no different from each other.

You don't know what you're saying.

They told me about the lunatic Paul,

of the sad Paul, of the angry and unhappy Paul,

exiled to Arrakis, poor darling,

where he will one day inherit the office of the most precious good in the universe.

And a constant struggle to defend it.

We suffer from loneliness due to our birth.

Except that tomorrow you will return in your comfortable palace on Kaitain.

Confined in perfect gardens and empty apartments.

Towards your servants, your entourage.

With their flattery and their measured words.

Heiress of the Emperor.

Who cursed my mother to give him daughters rather than sons.

You're kidding me.

No.

I'm trying to interest you.

Are you going to dance with me or stand, looking confused?

I didn't want to come, you know.

Serve as diplomatic decoration to my father

isn't exactly fun.

But you reveal yourself more complicated than people say.

I like things that are complex.

We are looking for you, Your Majesty.

You found me.

- Are you injured? - Calm down, captain.

The princess is under my protection.

Please.

- Calm down, Gurney. - Enough, captain.

- Gurney. - I have said enough, captain!

It's late, Majesty. The shuttle is waiting for you.

I'm not ready to leave.

Your father's orders are strict.

See?

Maybe we should play the role of adults.

Set an example for our angry friends.

You are more interesting than you seem, Paul Atreides.

I hope we see each other again.

My father will undoubtedly reward you for your stupid obedience, Captain.

Muad'dib.

Father?

Duncan?

Pardon my arrival a little brutal, Sire.

We took a group of Harkonnen agents.

The Fremen found them in a cave in the rock shield.

One of them, Turok, was seriously injured.

- I brought him here urgently... - But he died.

This is Stilgar,

the leader of the Turok tribe.

We have heard a lot about of Leto Atreides in the desert.

I hope this marks the beginning

of a friendship between us.

My people have suffered for a long time under the yoke of people like you.

No, not like me, nor anyone from my family.

All that has changed with the arrival of Clan Atreides in Arrakis.

Duncan?

Paul.

Stilgar, this is my son, Paul Atreides.

Yes.

We have also heard about it.

The Fremen want me to stay with them.

He is a good warrior.

And he did his best for our friend.

This will reassure us.

Double allegiance, Sire, to you and their tribe.

This is not the first.

Liet serves two masters.

Tell your people, Stilgar, as Duke Leto Atreides

honor the sacrifice that your warrior did for us.

I only wish for peace between us.

We thank you for the water of his body, Stilgar

and accept it in spirit in which it was given to us.

Duncan Idaho,

your water belongs to us now.

The body of our friend remains with the Duke.

Its water now belongs to the Atreides.

It’s the bond that unites us.

Maps? Maps!

Who did this? Who ?

The traitor.

Who is it?

The guard, dead.

Shields.

The shields.

Gurney!

Yueh!

May God forgive me.

I have no choice.

For what ?

I have to save my wife.

We have little time.

The Harkonnens will soon be in the palace.

I leave the final revenge to you,

for the terrible thing I did To you and your family.

You will have your revenge, Sire, I promise you.

Remember the tooth.

The tooth, Sire.

When you face the baron,

remember the tooth.

A Sardaukar of the Emperor.

The Duke! Where is the Duke?

Not in his neighborhoods, no more than the young master.

The bastards!

No prisoners.

As soon as the city is calm, Piter,

sends back all troops from Sardaukar to our frigate.

We must leave no trace of the Emperor's forces.

Peter.

It's a shame she's gagged.

She has such a pretty mouth.

A pretty mouth with the sting of a scorpion.

We know your Bene Gesserit witchcraft.

Maybe I should cut you off the vocal cords,

and Piter could take advantage of you.

But maybe not.

No blood on my hands.

No idea what happened to you.

When I see the old bitch,

truth teller of the Emperor,

I will only have to say: “I don’t know.”

Lead them into the desert.

Let the worms do the rest.

We must not find the bodies.

He seems sufficiently neutralized.

This is my part of the deal, baron.

I promised you the Duke. Here it is.

It’s an exquisite view.

Now, your counterpart.

I am a man of my word.

Where is she?

You promised we would be reunited.

You said she would be free.

I did what you wanted.

Where is she?

Your wife is free, my good doctor.

Completely free.

Freed from her mortal remains.

Freed from her body cage.

Freed by me.

I promised you a reunion and I keep my word.

As you can see.

You think you have defeated me.

Never trust traitors.

Not even the ones we make.

My noble duke, I hope you enjoy the show.

I spared you so may you be a witness to the betrayal.

What ?

Paul.

The boy.

I don't know, I left it in the desert, with your beautiful wife.

My men let them explore the beauty of the sands of Arrakis.

Perhaps they will see worms.

We still can't have all this noble blood on your hands.

The Emperor insisted on this.

Yes,

your beloved Emperor.

This shows that one should never be more popular than the boss.

Unless we intend to fire him.

Did I say that? It's not safe.

I have to spend too much time with my idiot nephew, Rabban.

You won't say anything, will you?

Maybe we can continue.

Continue ?

It's a kanly, Piter!

A vendetta!

I want to savor every second of it.

My family hates Atreides for generations.

They are the grain of sand of our eyes, the stench during our meals,

these arrogant Atreides, always on our way.

I want Leto to appreciate beauty

of what I did to him.

I want him to know that I, Baron Vladimir Harkonnen,

am the instrument of his family's downfall,

of the extinction of Clan Atreides,

and the height of Clan Harkonnen.

The tooth.

What does he say?

Tooth.

What does he say, Piter?

The tooth.

No !

You need more proof of the choice of heaven?

Atreides is dead, long live Harkonnen!

He is dead.

Father is dead.

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

We must shelter ourselves.

But the Harkonnens are patrolling.

There are worms.

You have to take the risk.

Is he one of us?

It’s too risky.

Maybe it's the Harkonnens, came to finish us off.

Quickly ! The Harkonnens are patrolling in the area. They are coming.

Buckle up.

- What is this place? - A little sietch from the Fremen.

A storm is approaching. Let's stay here and wait for the lull.

Liet, we need to talk.

Stay there.

How did you know where to find us?

Dr. Yueh sent us a messenger.

He told us you would be taken away south of the rock shield.

Sire,

I have to give you this.

The Harkonnen patrols are here.

- They spotted our machine. - They call you Liet.

It's you, isn't it?

The one we never see, which may not even exist.

Their leader...

I prefer the word "guide" to that of "leader".

Do you guide them?

Until Mahdi’s arrival.

A Harkonnen machine is approaching.

Sire.

- Are you coming with us? - No.

- They will kill you. - Me ?

I'm Dr. Kynes.

I work for the Emperor, remember.

I will say that I was your hostage.

Please, Sire.

I must stay with the Fremen, I promised it to your father.

Hang in there.

We won't be able to lose them.

Paul, the storm. We can't go there.

We have no choice.

Nothing can survive these storms.

So they will not follow us, unless they want to die.

I must not be afraid.

Fear kills thought.

I will know how to face my fear, it will pass through me.

When she is gone, there will be nothing left.

Just me.

Legend says that at night where Clan Atreides lost Arrakis,

a star exploded in the sky from their homeland on Caladan.

But the saga of Dune is far from coming to an end