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Arrakis.

Dune.

A land so thirsty, that we cherish a tear.

The wild country of mysterious tribes of the desert, the Fremen,

dreaming of the messiah who will free them from the Harkonnen yoke.

A messiah, a boy, formerly known as Paul,

and who now responds to that of Muad'dib.

Hurry up a little, rats of the desert, we have a quota to respect.

Sound the alarm!

Distribute the men among the shelters.

Warn Stilgar.

We will evacuate the city tomorrow.

Stop!

Turn around.

Papers!

I said papers, dirty...

There is a tunnel that leads out of the city, at the bottom of the stairs.

May Muad'dib bless you, you and your family.

Your plan worked, Muad'dib.

They know we can attack them.

You can take the city in an hour.

It's not time yet.

But they are vulnerable, Muad'dib.

Not yet.

The scout unit found something.

You need to see that.

There was a secret crematorium in one of the Harkonnen barracks.

And that's all

what remains of your father.

Men think that it is a sign that our final battle

against the Harkonnens is approaching.

Your visions scare me, Muad'dib.

There are things which are still hidden from me.

Places where I can't go.

You don't think you can see the future can sometimes influence it?

We are striding towards the abyss.

I need to figure out how to get around it.

Maybe it's time for me to leave.

I stayed too long away from our son.

We will organize ourselves once that we will be at the Grotte des Cr�tes.

We will be there after the next raids.

Will we ever find peace?

We will have victory.

I'm sorry, Sire. He wants to see you right away.

Do you really take me for an idiot?

I don't understand, uncle.

What poison did you choose? Something slow and painful,

to have the pleasure of watching?

Tell me, Feyd, why not murder me yourself?

You have had the opportunity many times.

You taught me that my hands must remain clean.

Very lively, my boy.

You have good potential, Feyd. I wouldn't want to spoil it.

Give me a good reason so that I don't kill you.

My brother.

Yes.

It's true.

Your idiot brother.

If I kill you, he will be my only heir.

He can't even calm a horde of fanatics.

Yes, you are smart, Feyd.

But not that much.

Don't get any ideas.

My men are watching you right now.

Don't worry.

If I had wanted to kill you, you wouldn't have crossed the corridor.

Are you leaving me alive?

I cannot bequeath the riches of Arrakis to a corpse.

What riches?

Each press release speaks of a new Fremen raid.

When my idiot brother is finished,

the Emperor himself will have to intervene.

You're not as stupid as I thought.

You intend to get involved the Emperor himself?

You see, that's why you need me, Feyd,

to help you think and plot.

Why do you think I tolerate your brother's incompetence?

Because it amuses me?

Think about it, Feyd.

It's not as crazy as it seems, even if you are unable to see it.

The spice.

Of course.

The only thing who can kidnap the Emperor

to his imperial pleasures and lure him into the wastelands of the Empire,

where he will be vulnerable, where it can be destroyed.

Duke Leto was just the beginning, the prelude to a maneuver

against the imperial throne.

It's all a question of time, my darling. Patience is our ally.

We cannot arouse suspicion of the Emperor with this kind of nonsense.

SO?

I give you my word.

GOOD.

The Emperor can make fun of Clan Harkonnen, calling us pigs,

because in the end, his throne will be mine.

That's it, Hannah.

GOOD.

Good, Hannah.

Another good warrior for the cause.

Alia, we told you to wait.

Looks like Mitha's son.

How do you know?

The Bela Tegeuse massacre is old.

You weren't even born.

But I saw it, mother, it's true.

Yes, it's true.

I hate them.

Alia.

They stare at me. They whisper as I pass.

They hurt me.

They don't understand.

You scare them.

Because I'm a monster.

You are not a monster. Who says that?

Person.

So don't ever say that again.

My children are not monsters.

I can't do anything about it.

I know things that I shouldn't know.

I hurt you, Alia.

I drank the Water of Life when you were in my belly.

No one should be brought to such awareness.

We will explain to them.

They will see that you are not that a little girl,

that you never were.

I want my brother.

What's going on?

He came to challenge you.

Did you kill him?

I took care of it.

But it was me he wanted to challenge.

He wasn't worth it.

Otheym, go get Stilgar.

Tell him to call the Creator.

There is only one way to stop these challenges.

You know what that means for you and Stilgar.

Men will want you to challenge him.

If I survive the Creator.

Remember what I taught you. Act simply and directly.

- Nothing too much. - Yes.

Stand ready enough to ride it as it passes.

- Not too ready, lest he crush you. - Yes.

You will hear it before you see it.

When you're on it, remains absolutely still.

You must become a dune.

Stil.

I will remember it.

You will do well.

The Fremen ride the worm before they turn twelve.

That an old man like you doesn't shame on my teaching.

He will succeed.

I must not be afraid.

Fear kills thought.

I will know how to face my fear.

She will pass through me. There will only be me left.

He's too ready.

It doesn't leave enough room.

I can second him. This is permitted, even in the test.

No.

He has to get there alone.

He spins it.

Take a seat!

It's our turn now, Muad'dib.

You and me.

I've never seen one this big.

Look over there.

The spice.

We have never gone this far. The Fremen would not allow it.

We have no choice.

The Space Guild buys all spice stocks.

We have nothing left.

It is fertile. I call the harvester.

Place men on these rocks.

Harkonnens do not patrol that far.

These are not the Harkonnens which worry me.

Holy name! A false deposit.

Send the men back on board!

Put your knife away, Gurney Halleck.

Who knows the name Gurney Halleck?

Paul, is this you?

My little!

Gurney.

So it's thanks to you that the Fremen are so clever.

I would never have thought that you would allow yourself to be caught in such a trap.

Times are tough.

The Harkonnens are forcing us to go further and further.

Where you see what you shouldn't see.

This is Gurney Halleck, Stil.

My father's fencing master.

One of my instructors.

Most of us have already heard this name.

Gurney, this is Stilgar, the naib of our sietch.

Muad'dib,

Listen to the wind.

“Muad’dib”?

- Is that you they call you? - That's my Fremen name.

Come, we'll talk about all this during the storm.

A storm? No sign of storm.

She's approaching. Trust me.

And my men?

We will decide their fate after the storm.

We must hurry if we want to save the machine.

Here's one of the things that you shouldn't have seen.

You have a lot of hiding places like this one?

A large number.

This one is called the Grotte des Cr�tes.

Would you like some coffee?

Yes.

And to eat.

Your wife?

The mother of my heir.

So much has happened.

The boy has become a man.

Thanks to our enemies.

Cowards.

Hidden in the garrisons of their cities while waiting for you to exhaust yourself

in useless raids.

In other words, they are immobilized.

While you know where and when.

A tactic I got from you.

And your men?

All traffickers. Good men.

Some new ones.

Coming from off-world.

Recruits are rare these days.

And my father's men?

Those who were not massacred by the Harkonnens

paid to leave Arrakis.

Everyone thought...

We all thought you were dead.

But you stayed.

Waiting for the opportunity to take revenge.

I knew we would meet again.

I saw it.

You're the only one I have left.

Hawat, Idaho, your father:

all dead, betrayed.

I would have wanted to sacrifice myself taking the traitor with me.

My father talked about mastering the desert.

I remember it.

This is what we do.

The surface of this planet is ours.

No storm, no worm, nor even the Sardaukar of the Emperor

will not stop us.

Join me, Gurney.

Take your revenge alongside us.

Join you?

I have never stopped serving you.

This stupid pig seems to beg me to intervene.

The baron is a pig, father, but he's not an idiot.

Rabban lost nearly 50,000 men these last two years.

- Arrakis is a formidable place. - Wear and tear does not explain these losses.

He loses five to one.

Read between the lines.

You mean that the baron let this rebellion take place?

I say that the baron knows how to count as well as we do.

Suppose there is only 20,000 people

in a Fremen sietch.

And there are only 250 communities on Arrakis.

Our spies think that there are perhaps twice as many.

Yes.

Ten million.

Hardened by worse conditions than in our prison planet.

Yes, but brutalized by that stupid thug Rabban.

They would never ally with him.

Perhaps this brutality is just a ruse.

A sneaky prelude to prepare them to someone else.

For someone to come and save them from the clutches of Rabban.

Someone like the other nephew, the cute one, Feyd.

If such a stratagem were successful,

the baron would have a force who could rival your Sardaukar.

Bring Harkonnen to Kaitain.

We will see what plans germinate in this perverse mind.

Your Majesty is very insightful.

Is it a compliment or a threat, Fenring?

Simply a mark of my respect.

I share your fears about the Baron.

My father can face the baron.

It’s this Muad’dib who interests me.

Stop!

He took Korba by surprise.

One of my new men.

- A Sardaukar. - Impossible.

That's the only explanation he beat Korba.

See you, captain.

Sardaukar.

-Gurney. - Let me kill him.

No.

Gurney Halleck is right. You have to take your water.

Otheym, make sure he is not hurt.

It will be useful to us soon.

Chani, you can return to the southern sietch.

I want you to bring my mother back here.

Your mother?

We were told that it had been taken by the Harkonnens.

That she was dead.

She's alive and well, my friend.

You will see her soon.

Come on. We need to prepare for another raid.

Muad'dib never sleeps.

They say he never eats.

It is said that he can see into the future.

That we can't kill him.

- Has no one ever seen him? - No, Majesty.

Although many say otherwise.

Sometimes in several places at once.

What does it look like?

I want to know it.

Nobody really knows anything about it.

Maybe he doesn't even exist.

Perhaps he is only a legend. A ghost.

It doesn't exist.

We were able to block their signals.

They couldn't communicate, but you have to see this.

The Guild agent.

Far from the comfort of Kaitain.

May I remind you that I am protected by the Imperial Treaty of Commerce,

the C.H.O.A.M. Declaration, paragraph 12, paragraph D,

and by articles 3, 8 and 14 of the Great Convention, which...

Imperial law is void in the face of Muad'dib.

- The form must be respected. - Shut up.

Should we take their waters?

We did not resist. We are at your mercy.

Thank you is a word I no longer know.

Sire.

Tell me.

Are there many Guild agents on Arrakis?

We are neutral regarding your argument with the Harkonnens.

How much?

Arrakis is full of them.

They buy the spice as if there were very few left.

You're shaking, aren't you?

The spice must flow.

Otheym, disarm their machines.

Add enough fuel to reach Arrakeen, no more.

Are you letting them go?

Transmit this message to your masters.

Tell them your struggle is hopeless.

That the forces of Muad'dib cannot be defeated.

That the days are numbered.

Men will wonder what you are looking for.

Men cannot imagine what I'm looking for.

Gurney.

Your son is related to this man.

A very deep bond.

A bond like only men can have.

And my little man.

You are so thin.

Are we giving him enough to eat?

He has a good appetite.

He should be with the other children.

I love spending time with my grandson.

He will not be able to learn the customs of the sietch, as well.

There are things he must learn well beyond customs.

He will have time for that.

Does Paul agree?

Muad'dib trusts me regarding our son.

You are a good companion for my son, Chani.

But he's not like the others.

- I know that better than anyone. - He is of noble blood.

The heir of Clan Atreides.

An alliance with one of the other clans must remain possible.

Don't worry, Reverend Mother.

I will only do what is best for him.

Like you did for the Duke.

It's a pleasure to see you again, Baron Harkonnen.

The Emperor also seems to receive some other clans.

There is room for discussion.

Really?

Your Majesty, these people are crazy.

Women throw their babies at us.

They rush at our weapons for their men to attack.

Indeed.

I can rid the planet of this breed.

But who would take care of the mines?

It's a terrible dilemma.

Do you have any idea the origin of this Muad'dib?

What does he want? What is its price?

He's a fanatical Fremen, a religious adventurer.

Of those that appear regularly on the margins of civilizations.

Your Majesty knows this well.

Most are ready to commit suicide.

Have you ever stared of a religious fanatic, baron?

Suicide and martyrdom often get confused.

He is playing a dangerous game.

This rebellion must be crushed. NOW.

Completely agree.

Something must be done but we cannot suggest

what, of course.

We cannot attack Clan Harkonnen alone, Majesty.

We have complicated relationships.

It's time to bring out this Muad'dib from his hole.

Let the clans prepare their armies.

We transpose the royal palace to Arrakis, if the Guild approves, of course.

They want you to challenge Stilgar.

No man recognizes a leader without the challenge of a fight.

I rode the worm, so they believe that that's all there is between us.

Is this true?

A man in a hurry never sees the edge of the cliff in time.

They don't see the cliff.

You don't give them the opportunity.

Their religion is simple.

Nothing is simple in a religion.

- It's a little late to worry about that, isn't it? - We have...

I did what I did to ensure our survival.

- You used them. - Yes.

- You too. - No.

I play the role that destiny chose for me.

It seems that you believe these legends about you.

Like that of Kwisatz Haderach?

What do you know about him?

Mother Ramallo called me like this,

� Sietch Tabr, before dying.

I was to have a daughter.

Who could have married the Harkonnen heir.

One way to end this quarrel and perhaps produce the Kwisatz Haderach.

The one who can be here and there at the same time.

The ultimate goal of centuries of reproduction Bene Gesserit.

The man who can go where we cannot.

He whose memory is perfect, which will be able to give perfect forecasts.

And perfect power to the Bene Gesserit, of course.

I did what I did because I loved your father.

I just wanted to give him a son.

I didn't want to create a god.

- So you don't believe it? - I am your mother, Paul.

- I know who you are. - Really?

Forgive me, Reverend Mother.

Can I bring you something to eat?

Yes, thank you.

I'd like to see Gurney.

We must not lose Stilgar.

Come, Otheym.

Did you think you'd get away with it, witch?

- Gurney, what are you doing? - I am your confessor.

Let me go.

I came to unload your conscience before sending you into the eternal.

Gurney!

One more step, and I finish it.

You're going to explain yourself, Gurney.

I'll explain.

The day Clan Atreides fell, I swore to kill the one

who betrayed your father.

- You're wrong, Gurney. - Don't talk.

-Gurney. - Stay where you are.

Am I lying to you?

You never did.

The traitor was Yueh, Gurney.

No.

We have his written confession.

As soon as you free my mother, you can read it yourself.

Look me in the eyes, and tell me it wasn't you.

I'll know if you're lying.

I will know.

I would have given my life to save Leto.

On the day of his death, my heart has become stone.

It was Yueh.

They had his wife.

My God, what have I done?

My God.

It's over, Gurney.

I didn't see it coming.

You need to rest.

I didn't know he would threaten her.

I didn't see anything.

He could have killed her.

This cannot continue like this.

You are too hard on yourself.

I want you to return to the southern sietch with Leto.

I want you to be safe.

I am safe with you.

But not me.

Muad'dib!

He is alive.

I assure you he is alive.

But he's so weak that most think he is dead.

- How long has he been like this? - Almost since you left.

It was Otheym who found it.

The experience shook him.

It's been a week that I try to revive him.

In vain.

There are meetings, discussions.

Some of the elders think it's time

to take his water.

Who else knows?

Stilgar, the naibs, and the Fedaykin, of course.

What do the Fedaykin think?

They think he entered into a sacred trance

and gather his strength for the final battle.

I encourage them in this direction.

You have to help us, Chani.

You are my last hope.

Tell me what to do, please.

The Fedaykins are right, Reverend Mother.

Muad'dib is in a trance.

A dangerous trance.

He drank the Water of Life.

Raw water from a drowned worm. I haven't transformed it yet.

Any more can kill him.

This is our last hope.

Muad’dib. My beloved.

Chani, what are you doing here?

Paul.

I was outside for a moment.

You have drunk the Water of Life.

Yes.

We thought you were dead.

You have no idea.

I saw things that no words can describe.

You saw the future.

The present, mother.

The future and the past.

At the same time.

All together.

I am the whirlwind.

Paul. I can't go there.

I'm afraid.

I'm afraid.

- I can't go. - That's why I came.

You are the Kwisatz Haderach.

No, mother. I am more.

I am the unexpected.

I am the pivot, the one who gives and takes.

I am the one who is in several places at once.

I am the master of destiny.

I am the instrument of destiny.

Reverend Mother?

Reverend Mother, are you ill?

It's okay.

You understand now.

I decided that we were similar, you and me.

Oh yes?

When this scourge of dust is settled, I will persuade you of it.

I would be surprised otherwise.

I know.

That's why that we are similar.

We don't like to be perplexed. We like to be certain.

Remind me to tell you the ancient legend of the Phoenix.

That's it, my darling.

You can still help us.

What a beautiful trophy she would make on Harkonnen linen, right?

The Padishah Emperor is here, in the space above us,

with her favorite truth teller and his legions of Sardaukar.

Each clan brought its warriors.

Baron Harkonnen is with them.

But Muad'dib, how do you know?

I saw them.

We just found out this morning,

by our trafficking allies.

- You were unconscious. - Not unconscious!

Muad'dib saw in the Water of Life.

Reverend Mother, is this true?

He saw.

Muad'dib!

You are the voice from beyond the world.

You are the prophet sent to us by Shai-hulud.

You have to take your place.

We have waited long enough.

Do it!

Do you live for the good of the tribe, Stilgar?

It's the only way.

And for the good of the tribe, would you be ready

until I break your heart of this blade?

- Challenge him, Muad'dib. - Challenge him.

- It's the custom, Stilgar. - It's the custom.

Customs are changing!

Difficult tasks are hard.

You must be our naib in order for us guide against the Harkonnen.

And would you break your blade before going to war?

Would you cut your right arm?

Do you think Mahdi is so stupid?

There is not a single man among you who could defeat me in a duel,

including Stilgar.

Should we prove it by challenging the naib of every sietch on the planet?

Should I be weakened by killing our leaders? the strongest and the wisest,

to perform a senseless ritual?

You say I am the Mahdi.

I say I am your duke!

It's time to rid Arrakis of the stench of the Harkonnens.

Time to send their name to hell and to reconquer the planet,

in order to create a paradise together!

As Liet taught.

Long live the Duke.

Long live Duke Paul Muad'dib.

Long live the fighters of Muad'dib!

The men gathered the supplies. We are almost ready to leave.

- What are they waiting for? - Permission.

They know the Guild will strike those who land here without authorization.

The Guild protects us?

They're scared, Stil.

Fear of what is coming.

They are trying to get out of it.

They are looking for me.

What are we going to do?

Let them find me.

Come, Otheym.

I want you to take several of your best men.

The ones you trust the most.

Separate them from the rest before we leave.

As you wish.

Send them to the Habbanya Erg reservoir.

Let them collect the Water of Life that we hid there.

I don't understand.

These are transformed waters,

hidden there in case something happens something to the Reverend Mother...

That men find the largest mass of pre-spice possible.

Let them place the water above the mass,

and wait for my orders.

You realize what are you asking me to do?

It will be done.

The baron repeats that the southern regions are uninhabitable.

The Baron is wrong.

The Fremen?

We say it.

Only a few were listed according to the Harkonnens.

Apparently too expensive.

They lost a lot of gear there.

Even the traffickers do not venture there.

Send a light attack force.

I want the terrain to be marked.

This Muad'dib perhaps thinks that he can continue to attack us,

and withdraw to areas where we dare not go.

I will limit its possibilities.

That every Fremen who passes here

stops and honors the tomb of Duke Leto Atreides

and all those, died in the service of justice.

Gurney.

All we need is a storm.

A huge storm.

It seems that one is approaching.

The future begins here, and the clouds will open to reveal its glory.

This doesn't calm me down.

I saw what you saw, Paul.

I know what's coming, what you are going to unleash...

not just here on Arrakis, but in the entire universe...

I can't stop it.

Really?

Our plan is terrible, mother.

This vast organism, that we call humanity, will be reborn

ashes of his own contentment.

The sleeper woke up.

Anything that gets in the way will be overwritten.

Even the innocent.

There are no more innocent people.

Your father would never have spoken like that.

I am not my father.

You are his son.

More than his son. Much more.

Thanks to you.

Look at me carefully, mother.

See what I learned by drinking the Water of Life.

Look into my eyes.

Look carefully through them, in my blood.

Harkonnen blood.

Which flows into mine.

It comes to me from you.

I don't believe it.

Who was your father?

- Tell me. - You know that...

Who?

I don't know anything about it.

- I never knew. - They hid it from you.

They took me as a baby.

raised according to Bene Gesserit custom,

like all the others before and after me.

None of them know their mother or their father.

Baron Harkonnen, mother, you are his daughter.

The product of an ingenious seduction.

The work of your precious Bene Gesserit breeding program.

I am his grandson.

They wanted to control everything.

They couldn't control you.

You changed everything.

You had a son and now I am here.

The one they were looking for.

But I arrive before my time, and they are starting to realize it.

They are coming.

Go look in this room.

This way.

Leto!

Muad'dib?

What is there?

Our son is dead.

Take a look at that.

I have nine levels.

This idiot brought his entire palace.

My dear Emperor, I will shake your common sense.

Then I will destroy you.

Not a machine in the sky.

Everything is tucked in and attached.

They know that a storm is brewing.

It's time to let them know that I am here.

Captain Sardaukar, alive and disarmed, in accordance with your orders.

I will free you.

You will take this with you.

These are the terms of surrender.

They killed my son!

I can't.

You have no choice.

Don't be afraid.

GOOD.

Clean it.

Give him one of the Sardaukar uniforms that we have.

With a badge.

Let him be worthy in front of his master.

You are crazy! Do you know?

Once you come back with the answer of the Emperor, we will see who is crazy.

What arrogance! What madness!

Your Majesty, may I suggest

it's time to launch the forces of the Empire against this scum.

Shut up.

I owe this mess to you.

You and your unfortunate family.

I don't think it's time to return to past strategies.

I said shut up!

So, he wants an answer?

So, there he is, the big baron himself.

He's not much, is he?

Who is it? Some kind of dwarf?

My dear baron.

I present to you the sister of the one called Muad'dib.

They prepare their shields.

This is their answer.

We start hitting the ground.

The time has come, Gurney.

I was totally unaware, Your Majesty.

He's lying, of course.

Silence, my child.

Scare him even more.

It is time to end this sad episode.

Time for your brother to surrender, in exchange for your life.

No. I have no orders to receive from you, old man.

It is not wise to be so insolent.

You have no interest in seeing the extent of my power.

I am much stronger than your power. Ask him.

Kill her.

NOW.

She is the abomination.

The one against whom the elders warned us.

What are you talking about?

Look at her, father.

Don't you see it?

She is the daughter of Duke Leto.

It's an Atreides.

His brother is the Duke's son, Paul.

It's him, the Muad'dib.

It's impossible.

Be confident. The final is already played.

Go ahead, Gurney.

Go now!

Kill her! She entered my mind!

Kill her!

My brother is coming.

The rocky shield is pierced, Your Majesty.

The protective enclosure will not resist.

We must retreat into space and reform.

Leave it to the storm!

Let the storm take everything.

I have it, Your Majesty!

Goodbye, grandfather.

You finally meet the Gom Jabbar of the Atreides.

We must retreat, Majesty!

Prepare my shuttle.

Stilgar!

This way.

Some dying people have asked to see the Reverend Mother.

She is with them.

It was my parents' bedroom.

This is where they found the little peace which was granted to them on Arrakis.

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

Where water falls from the sky,

where the plants are so dense that we cannot penetrate them.

As Arrakis will one day be.

At the cost of the blood of our people.

Of our fathers.

Of our son.

We'll never replace him, Chani.

But there will be other children.

I promise you.

Is it over?

Almost.

Perhaps my honorable relative

does he believe he is all powerful.

There is an armada of clans in space,

above Arrakis, young Atreides.

I just have to give the order.

Your orders are insignificant now.

I am the Emperor!

Not for long.

Give orders to your browsers.

You must leave our space and return immediately.

The Guild is not at your command.

Tell its members to look to the future.

They will see me,

ready to give the order.

The order to destroy all production of spice from this planet.

My men are waiting in the desert.

There is a mass of prespice over there particularly explosive.

I just have to raise my finger

and the nest will be flooded with the Water of Life.

Jessica!

What have you done?

Death will be among the creators.

Destroying the cycle of life.

Creating a chain reaction which will continually grow,

until no creator remains.

Until there is no more spice.

Jessica, shut him up!

Silence him yourself.

Is he capable of it?

They know yes.

This is what they fear the most.

They monitor the signals that my men send.

They know exactly where we are and what we are capable of.

Without spice, the navigators will be blind,

the Bene Gesserit will lose all power,

and all trade between the clans will cease!

It will be the end of civilization.

If anyone refuses to obey me,

the spice will no longer flow.

But it's suicide.

I think we both know how to get out of the impasse, right?

-Paul. - Don't intervene, mother.

It's for the good of us all.

Never.

An adventurer like him. A traitor to the Empire.

Here is a man worthy of being your son.

Do you really think I would allow this?

Do we have a choice?

Kanly.

I summon a kanly!

Who is this?

The Baron's other nephew.

Feyd.

A merciless killer.

So that's how it is.

It is my right,

as baron of Clan Harkonnen, to demand satisfaction.

You are what remains of the clan who killed my father.

Only the two of us remain.

Let the quarrel end once and for all.

He's a Harkonnen monster.

He's right.

Let me kill him.

This will be my gift.

Is the great Muad'dib so cowardly, to send another to do the dirty work?

Otheym.

Is this one fighting in the name of the Emperor?

If Feyd wishes, he will fight with my blade.

This is my wish!

May your blade break.

Don't do that, Paul.

Do you want the Emperor's teller prepare your mind for the long journey?

Or have you become a true native?

Maybe you would like that the pretty mouse, up there,

recite some pagan rites?

Before I owned it?

I'm not afraid.

Don't you say anything, Atreides?

Perhaps you will answer that.

So, see, Atreides?

Your death, you idiot.

The poison will paralyze your muscles and my blade will finish you off.

It's over,

cousin.

Irulan.

You can't stop it.

The spice must flow.

She stands there, so haughty, so confident.

Let's hope she consoles herself in writing and in books.

She will have so little.

It may be named after my son, but these are us,

concubines,

that history will call "wives".