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Arrakis.

Dune.

A land so thirsty, that we cherish a tear.

It's there and only there that we can find

The spice.

The greatest treasure of the universe.

An inexhaustible source of conflicts,

betrayals, and murders.

No.

Another nightmare, uncle?

No, indigestion, that's all. The food is terrible here.

I can't wait to leave this rotten planet.

What are you doing there?

They are dead, uncle.

The Bene Gesserit witch and her son, both dead.

We discovered a Fremen sietch near the place where our machine crashed.

They were saved by this fake Atreides token, Duncan Idaho.

The environmentalist, Kynes, was with them.

The Emperor's man.

We killed Idaho, captured Kynes.

The witch and her son entered in a storm aboard their craft.

- Did you see the bodies? - They are probably dead.

Did you see the bodies?

Nothing survives this kind of storm.

The wind is blowing at more than 800 km/h.

Nothing survives.

How long did I sleep?

Not long.

The storm calmed down recently.

It was Yueh.

It was he who betrayed us.

They were holding his wife.

You should wear it, Paul.

You're the duke now.

We have to get out of here.

I found food in the compartment near the door.

A compass, glasses, combinations.

- Where will we go? - We have to find the Fremen.

The Fremen?

We will need them

to retake Arrakis.

How do I know where to go?

South.

It's like sinking into the desert.

There must be communities of sietch.

This is where we will find the Fremen,

if we don't die first.

It's okay.

It's stress. It's okay.

Please, Your Majesty. Control your anger.

Did you think you could hide it from me?

Or did you think I would be too simple-minded to understand?

Leave us.

What happened on Arrakis exceeds my powers, my daughter.

An old feud between clans.

Don't be condescending. Isn't it enough for you to have used me?

Used?

You send me to the duke to show your support,

you make me a messenger of your respect

- while you plot behind his back. - Shut up.

Maybe it was your idea, Fenring?

It would be a good match with your perverse mind.

- Be careful what you say. -And if not, what will you do?

You will send me to die in the desert like this poor boy and his mother?

Nobody sent them there. They fled.

Despite the baron's efforts,

who assured me that he had done everything to ensure their protection.

You are involved, father. I know it.

In any case, you did nothing to prevent it.

Enough !

The time will come, my daughter,

where you will have to get rid of your naivety

and learn what it means run an empire.

And when that time comes, father,

perhaps you will learn to regret it.

A few more kilometers, that's all.

Quick, we don't have much time.

The sun will soon be at its zenith.

We will be in the shade here.

If there are Harkonnen patrols that far away, they will have difficulty spotting us.

What a pity.

What a shame that you're mixed up That's all, doctor.

I have no part in it, baron.

I am the servant of the Emperor, neither more nor less.

It was not you who guided them to this rotten Fremen hole?

It was Idaho’s idea.

- He was friends with them. - Yes.

We know the efforts that Idaho has made in the name of the duke.

A stupid ploy.

Where were those dirty Fremen? when he needed it?

What will you say when the Emperor will ask you what happened here?

What do you think?

The desert kills indiscriminately, baron.

I guess that Bene Gesserit whore

and his offspring noticed it, isn't it?

Make sure he remembers of his weak excuses, when he faces

to the sweet smile of death.

Muad'dib.

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

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

Here, we must master the desert.

- Hear his call. - Tell me about the waters.

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

Night will soon have fallen. We will leave.

Did you rest?

A little.

- How do you feel? - Better.

I'll try to slow us down less this evening.

How is my sister?

I have dreams again.

I have visions.

Even awake.

I saw it, mother, in your womb.

Even your father didn't know it.

For what ?

I didn't have time.

What have you done to me?

- I gave birth to you. - A monster.

- No, not a monster. - What, then?

This place transforms me.

It's the spice.

It is in the air, in the food.

I can't do anything about it.

Drink it all.

The best place to store water, it's the body.

The suit takes care of the rest.

If we stay on this dune, we will reach these mountains faster.

Do you think this is a good idea?

This is the shortest way.

How are you?

Yes.

Wait.

This shouldn't have happened.

I didn't pay attention to these dunes.

We lost the compass.

Do you hear?

It's a worm!

He must have heard our fall. Course !

- I don't see it! - Don't stop!

Shots?

Someone called him back.

Did you feel? That smell of cinnamon.

The spice.

Everywhere.

When the worm was there.

There must have been people so that all these plants survive.

Fremen.

You have to find them.

Most intruders regret having found them.

Don't run. There is no way out.

I know you.

You are Stilgar,

the Fremen who came to see my father with Duncan Idaho.

You did badly while falling.

You have attracted a worm.

Were you watching us?

- All this time? - We didn't see you.

- That wasn't the goal. - We are wasting our time.

- This is the boy Liet was talking about. - Are you sure?

- Let's take their water and let's go. - Shut up, Jamis.

As you see, I have a problem to resolve.

My people are cautious and pragmatic.

These are qualities in the desert.

Sometimes it's better to miss an opportunity than getting into trouble.

Your only value for now, is your water.

You know the law, Stil.

Yes.

The law.

Tell them to leave my son.

Tell them.

Stop! Leave the boy alone.

Can you hear me?

Is this how you welcome Liet's friends?

SO ?

As the leader of this tribe,

I offer refuge to the Weird woman and to his son.

No Fremen will harm you as long as you are under my protection.

For how long?

Don't be stupid.

You are fleeing the Harkonnen.

Don't run away from us either.

Thank God !

I heard about the Oddities.

Imagine what a man could do with it.

We have a lot to learn from each other.

You can come down, little one! Your mother showed what she can do.

He won't come if I don't say anything.

Discipline. That's good.

There it is!

He is not injured.

We go down.

Leave me.

He made some noise as he climbed.

He has a lot to learn.

-Stilgar. - Can you move, Jamis?

He surprised me, that's all.

- Of course I can move. - GOOD.

We have two untrained people with us.

In line with the wingers.

You have to reach the Grotte des Cr�tes before the zenith.

Chani, you take care of him.

My name is Paul.

Until we give you a name.

Follow me. Do exactly like me.

Over there, it’s our home,

Sietch Tabr.

We will be there tomorrow.

Tomorrow ?

It must be Hundreds of kilometers from here.

It will be a hard journey.

The sun will rise soon.

The patrols come here. They must not see us.

Give us your combinations, we will collect your water for you.

Here's some food.

The spice.

We don't have the food found in cities.

It doesn't do anything.

It's her, isn't it? The one you saw in your dream?

I see it in the way you look at her.

I don't know what that means.

Be careful, Paul.

We are new to these people, they are for us.

We must be careful in our words and in our actions.

We must predict the future and ensure that it becomes present.

They are superstitious people.

We must submit to their legends to survive.

I am the master of the sands. I am a creature of the desert.

A desert creature.

I'm not finished!

I still have things to accomplish!

The pre-spice mass.

I am a creative...

Spice explosion.

Somewhere in the east.

Quite a large field, apparently.

We must send scouts before before the Harkonnen pirates arrive.

Are you harvesting the spice?

To bribe the Space Guild.

It is Liet's will.

So that they do not put of satellites in our skies.

So no one sees what we do here.

You will learn.

Amtal!

I invoke amtal.

Jamis.

What is it?

He wants to resolve what happened the other night.

It was an accident.

He won using witchcraft, at Tuono Basin.

Amtal! It's my right!

There is no need to intervene. Jamis challenges him.

You start something that you will regret.

-Stilgar. - Step back.

If you know what is good for you, you will find a worthy way

to resolve this.

Silence !

I invoke silence. She's trying to cast a spell on me.

If you start again, we will know that it is witchcraft.

I will no longer be able to protect you, you and your son.

Come. You can't stop it.

The crys, our ritual weapon.

Use it well.

May your blade break.

I'm going to dip this knife in your blood.

You'll have to find my blood first.

- Are you surrendering? - Surrender?

No surrender. It's a fight to the death!

- He never had to kill. - What?

Then he will learn.

Finish it. Don't play.

He defeated Jamis.

It was useless.

This is our custom.

Your custom. Kill each other.

No man recognizes a leader without the challenge of combat.

There is a legend among us

who says a voice will come from off-world.

That of the Mahdi.

He holds the key to our future.

It is said that his mother will be a Bene Gesserit.

A Sayyadina.

A friend of God.

There are rumors about you and your son.

Coming from the city. From Liet.

You hope it's me? And Paul?

I hope,

and I fear.

If so, your son will challenge me one day,

for control of the tribe.

The huanui is ready. It's time.

Our custom.

From water comes all life.

The flesh belongs to the person,

but its water belongs to the tribe.

I was a friend of Jamis.

When the plane crashed into us,

at Trou-du-Rocher,

it was Jamis who helped me save myself.

I was a friend of Jamis.

I was a friend of Jamis.

He taught me

that when we kill,

we have to pay.

He sheds tears.

He gives water to the dead.

Jamis carried 33 liters of water from the tribe.

It’s measured.

Water from a fight is entrusted to the winner.

Because you fight without your suit,

you can collect the water that you lost in battle.

Take care of it for the tribe,

be generous if necessary.

Pass it on, when the time comes, for the good of the tribe.

He needs a name.

It's time.

What do you want to be called, young Atreides?

By what name do you want to be known to the Fremen?

What is this little mouse called?

That of the desert. The one who jumps.

Muad'dib.

Is this the name you want?

Yes.

Muad'dib.

The wisdom of the desert.

She hides from the sun. Travel at night.

He is called "the boys' instructor."

Muad'dib.

Very good choice.

From now on, we will call you Muad'dib.

Wait for my signal and do exactly like me.

Your life depends on it.

There.

Get ready.

What is it?

The one who will come. Mahdi.

The collector that Stilgar sent at the site of the explosion.

She needs time, Muad'dib.

Liet is dead.

- His remains were found on the site. - Doctor Kynes is dead?

Harkonnen perfidy.

She loved her father so much.

The dew collector must be changed.

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

There were rivers.

Large veins loaded with water.

Coming from mountain snow,

even in such large lakes that we could not see the other side.

Oceans of water.

Our house was on the coast.

Big waves threw themselves onto the cliffs.

I fell asleep listening to them.

My father had a dream.

That one day,

we can change this place,

so that it looks like your country.

A wind trap.

There is a lot of humidity this morning.

My father rests in peace.

We have thousands reserves like this.

We are few to know them.

I know this place.

- No one from off-world has come here. - Yes, me.

In my dreams.

This is the water we will use to transform Arrakis.

As my father taught us,

a voice from off-world will come.

The Mahdi.

We will turn Arrakis into a paradise.

No man will suffer again from lack of water.

Come on.

You made me ask, Your Majesty?

- I have a special mission for you, Farrah. - at your service, Madam.

I'm sending you to the planet of Harkonnen, Giedi Prime.

I want you to infiltrate the family of the big baron.

His nephew, Feyd, the narcissistic one,

should be particularly sensitive to your expert charms.

And how should I use it?

I want to know what happened last night where Duke Leto and his family were killed.

I want to know what the plan was,

who is involved

and who were the Harkonnen allies.

I will do my best.

I have no doubt.

You were right, Stil.

We can always count on the Harkonnen's voracity for spice.

- shore reconnaissance team. - Let's move towards the spice field.

Did you hear?

I didn't even need to damage the machine.

Men will take it to go at the Bight Caves.

Our last communication.

No S.O.S., no wreck, according to our investigators.

This is the third machine of the month!

The spice field was a fake.

- A trap to lure them there. - Fremen bastards!

We captured these, in a village near the enclosure,

known to desert sympathizers.

Thank you, Governor.

We are refugees.

- We are hungry. - Liar !

Spies! This is what you are!

For those filthy Fremen!

Those Fremen filth who plunder my spice reserves!

- Who destroy my equipment! - No. We are poor. Disarmed.

He was trying to get rid of this.

Spread the word to the desert scum!

Tell them what you saw here!

Tell them what awaits them!

Mahdi!

Leave it and come see, Feyd. I want you to see that.

Your brother's last love letter.

Mahdi!

He seems to be having fun.

This idiot's appetite for blood will always amaze me.

When he's done, there will be no population left to govern.

Get over it, my darling.

I do not authorize him to brutalize them, to attack them only until they arrive

of Feyd the Magnificent, who will save them from Rabban the brute.

They will be ready to welcome you, my darling.

Feyd, the savior.

They will cheer you in the street.

You can offer them your brother's head, if you wish.

Then you can tighten them, like pincers,

so that we can, spice, feast.

No man recognizes a leader

without the challenge of combat.

It's the custom.

Challenge him!

What do you see,

Muad'dib,

when you leave like this?

Where are you going?

In lots of places, Stil.

Lots of paths.

Lots of choice.

These choices,

are they good or bad?

This is not always obvious.

These are either good choices, or bad choices.

Are you never afraid, Stil?

Storms?

From the future.

The future is, that's all.

They look like ghosts! Everywhere !

immediate evacuation! More are coming!

Immediate evacuation!

We are ready, Muad'dib.

It's time. Let's hurry.

He is waiting, Reverend Mother.

- Does anyone know he's there? - No.

He was clear when he arrived. He only wants to see you.

Let the other witches leave us.

As you wish.

This visit is indiscreet and unexpected.

Let's hope she doesn't wake up the curiosity of the Emperor.

The Emperor's suspicions are easily soothed

by using our services.

You like to remind us of that.

Navigators are worried.

- Worried? - They are troubled about the future.

There is a problem ahead.

What kind of problem?

They are confused by a series of links that they cannot explore...

a conjunction of events...

countless delicate decisions, beyond which a path opens

invisible.

And where is this series of links located?

On the planet Arrakis.

This is Clan Harkonnen who now has control.

The Atreides are dead.

This is not a clan feud.

We receive the intervention of an order from above.

A misstep would be catastrophic.

Do we understand each other?

Absolutely.

We will do our best.

I believed

feel something.

The spice must flow.

The balance of forces must be preserved.

Sayyadina?

I'm awake, Chani.

Any news, a message?

No. The raids are carried out in the Haga basin.

Communication is too risky as long as they are not in the middle of the desert.

- Forgive me, Sayyadina. - Anything else?

No.

It’s your skin.

My skin?

We heard stories on those from outside the world,

those who come from water planets.

Their skin is soft like cream.

- Muad'dib's skin is like this. - Paul?

Muad'dib is still young.

Youth radiates from his skin.

Yes.

I pray that he returns safely.

Me too, Chani.

Traffickers transport our gift of spice to the Cursed Space Guild.

The Emperor never knows.

Bribes are a dangerous thing. They are growing up.

The safest way is the slowest.

Bribes free our skies. We save time.

Isn't that okay?

I thought I saw an acquaintance.

I call them back. I'll tell them to wait.

No.

Let them go.

I must be mistaken.

Gurney.

My father is getting impatient.

These troubles on Arrakis become difficult to manage

and we are running out of time.

I want you to organize a trip to Giedi Prime.

Madam ?

The baron's nephew is celebrating his birthday.

The Emperor must be represented, don't you think?

I'm in the mood for a night out.

Besides, it's time to get rid of my naivety.

She won't go!

I will not leave this child curious and stubborn wandering in Babylon.

My God, that would be a disaster.

The eldest of the Emperor's daughters, seduced by guys like Harkonnen

and its terrible offspring.

It would be catastrophic.

But it could be let the deceiver be deceived.

By being aware of the Baron's plans, we will be ready for the final.

Our agents on Giedi Prime have limited access.

Your daughter, on the other hand,

showed herself to be gifted to gather information.

Well supervised, I think it would be very useful,

once again.

You hear the voices in your sietches.

They say the Mahdi is there.

But you,

Tribal naibs, stay safe. You resist.

I offer you the future.

The future as Liet saw it.

- How do you know what Liet saw? - I saw it myself.

Here.

And there.

Once Arrakis is freed of the infamous Harkonnens,

we will be able to make his dream come true.

I promise.

Arrakis will become paradise that Liet imagined.

You will never free Arrakis with raids.

We need total war.

That's why I ask you hundreds of your best men.

I want to teach them the Weirdness

so that they come back to you and form other hundreds.

Let these hundreds form others.

The hundreds will transform in thousands!

The Fedaykins.

A force to compete with the terrible Sardaukar.

A force that will terrify the Emperor himself!

My father told me one day,

only here, on Arrakis,

it was necessary to master the desert to reign.

You master the desert

and nothing can stop you,

if you have faith.

So, it's you.

Jessica of the Weirdness, our Reverend Mother Ramallo.

Mapes said you were very beautiful.

She also said she felt sorry for you.

I don't need pity.

It’s worth seeing.

We talk a lot about you in the seats.

We are talking about the Mahdi.

The name of Muad'dib is mentioned.

He has the character of a leader, like his father.

Men admire his courage.

It will take more than courage to face what presents itself.

The boy

does he know what's going on here?

He is aware of it.

You knew how to exploit our legend.

We had to survive.

You will succeed,

a while.

Remember one thing: the legend that protects you

can also destroy you.

- How do you feel? - GOOD.

I get tired sometimes.

In good health.

It grows quickly.

I saw the one they call Reverend Mother.

Yes. She came from the southern sietch.

- For what? - To see me.

To see you.

She is Bene Gesserit.

She's one of our missionaries.

It’s practical.

Stilgar says you learned a lot.

He is more valiant than Hawat.

I noticed that Chani was happy to see you again.

Why didn't you marry him, mother?

Because I loved him.

As long as your father wasn't married,

some clans could still hope an alliance through marriage.

We knew what that meant.

- No illusion. - Would you have let him do it?

I would have encouraged him.

Politics.

Yes.

Politics.

During the hajra,

I dreamed of this garden.

He was in another place.

Was I there?

Yes.

And there were children

who were playing, happy.

What a wonderful dream.

Do you believe it is possible to love someone enough

to give it up?

I believe

that it is sometimes necessary to share your loved one

with something bigger.

Everything is linked.

The living and the dead, the animate and the inanimate.

It’s a system.

Every part works in the service of everything.

Breathe the air, Muad'dib.

Cinnamon.

The pre-spice mass is below us.

30 m perhaps, or more, but she is a mother.

The Creator abandoned his nest a long time ago.

His children have gathered to survive.

They grew up. They are losing their water now.

It will mix with their waste.

When there is enough,

a giant foam bubble forms and lifts himself up with incredible force.

An explosion of spice.

It replaces the sand on top.

The sun and the heat dry everything,

and soon...

- The spice. - The treasure of the universe.

The worm

is the spice.

Now you know.

Many are the little ones who died in the explosion.

The others leave to form Shai-hulud, the Great Worm.

We capture a few.

Their growth is stopped for the Water of Life.

That's enough for now.

When religion and politics mingle,

a whirlwind is created.

You are the Kwisatz Haderach.

He who can be in several places at the same time.

You are the whirlwind.

It's almost dark.

It's time to go back to the sietch.

You dreamed.

You're too impatient, Farok.

You moved too soon.

Try again.

Observe his posture.

The slightest change in his breathing gives you the advantage.

That's better, Farok. It will come soon.

My name is Otheym.

These are my brothers from the Sietch Gara Kulan.

We came to see the one called Muad'dib.

You are far from your tribe, Otheym.

We came join your crusade.

We want to learn the Weirdness.

We want to become Fedaykin.

- Do you have permission from your naib? - Yes.

- We will fight like Muad'dib. - I believe you.

Let their waters mingle with ours.

I must congratulate you for your perfect heir, baron.

This is his 100th gladiator this afternoon.

He seems ready.

Maybe we can take advantage of the opportunity

to maintain us.

There is a lot to say.

Indeed.

If that suits you, Madam.

I am satisfied with this distraction.

GOOD.

If you allow it.

What other clan would have agreed to humiliate itself

so that the Emperor get rid of a bulky duke?

He asks himself the same question.

Do you mean that the Emperor would you consider taking action against me?

Speculation is not reliable science, baron.

Better to concentrate our energy on what is essential.

The spice must flow.

I must say that I find Harkonnen architecture rather...

curious.

Harkonnen Patrols take more risks,

and move forward more than ever in the southern regions.

Sooner or later, our bribes to the Guild will no longer be sufficient for our protection.

So it's decided.

We will leave with the next moons.

When the Harkonnens arrive here,

there should be nothing left than the wind howling in the rocks.

We cannot go back.

Tame the Creator.

The Creator is dead.

The Water of Life.

May Shai-hulud have mercy on both of us.

At nightfall, we will have to leave this sietch,

our home for so long.

We must advance into the desert towards the south,

where the evil Harkonnens will not follow us.

But our Reverend Mother will not survive a new hajra.

In order not to leave without his strength and wisdom,

Sayyadina Jessica accepted to be initiated today.

It's dangerous and Jessica may fail.

In order not to lose everything, Chani,

daughter of Liet will be crowned Sayyadina,

Friend of God.

I dedicate Liet's daughter

in the order of Sayyadina.

Here is the Water of Life, the water that will purify your soul.

If you are our Reverend Mother, the universe will open to you.

Let Shai-hulud be the judge of that.

Now drink.

What is happening to him?

The water is poisoned until she transforms it.

You have to let things happen.

Mother?

Don't go there.

It's a place you can't look at.

Only Kwisatz Haderach can go there.

You must turn away, Jessica, or you will lose your head.

Don't be afraid. I have a lot to show you.

This is my life, Jessica of Weirdness.

And the lives that precede are yours now.

You are pregnant. You should have told us.

Holy Mothers, what have we done?

It transforms you both.

Your daughter is in danger. Take her in your arms.

She must see everything we see.

This is the only way to save her.

Transform the waters, Jessica. NOW.

The plan was perfect, so simple and so wicked.

Of course.

You helped your uncle to develop it, isn't it?

Duke Leto thought that he gained control of Arrakis,

but he was stuffed for the final sacrifice.

Murder, Feyd. Tell me about the murder.

Fast and merciless.

The Atreides were unable to escape.

The Sardaukar had sealed off the palace in a few hours.

The Sardaukars.

It was me who sent the last communication to your father.

Mother?

Yes ?

Mother Ramallo has left.

But she remains with us.

You transformed the waters.

We know you are real.

Paul?

The Reverend Mother transformed the Water of Life.

We can now drink it!

The son and the mother, the duke's concubine and her son,

what did you do with it?

Lost in the storm, devoured by the desert.

Did you find the bodies?

We never found them.

You never found the bodies?

You're shaking.

I'm afraid.

What ?

From you.

You make me see things.

What do you see?

I see us together.

There is a terrible storm.

I have a child in my arms.

Our child, Muad'dib.

It's not a dream.

I know you, Chani.

I've always known you.

We sat on a rock and I reassured you.

We caressed each other in the night of the sietch.

We grew old together.

History will say that the Fremen would finally find their messiah.

That Paul Atreides would have his revenge

and the world was going to change forever.

But the Dune saga is far from coming to an end