Children of Dune (2003) s01e02 Episode Script

History is written on the sands of Arrakis.
Muad'Dib is gone but his children remain almost grown and about to face the consequences of their father's legacy a legacy fiercely guarded by their aunt, Alia even as she struggles with the ominous destiny ofher own birthright.
Here I am.
Here I remain.
The Golden Path.
The path I couldn't take.
It's up to you now, my son.
The Golden Path is dangerous, son.
Leto.
I was hoping to see a worm.
You know they neyer come close enough to see anymore.
The water has driyen them away.
Eyerything's changing, Ghani.
Changing too fast.
You'ye had another yision, hayen't you? My skin wasn't my own.
I was running across the desert just so fast just running and running toJacarutu.
I saw him there again, our father.
- You sure it was him? - Yes.
And he spoke of the Golden Path.
It frightens me.
I'm afraid of what it could mean about us.
- We're not like Alia, Ghani.
- Are you sure? Will you tell our grandmother all this when we see her? I don't know.
What do you think? It might be wise to understand her a bit better before we allow her to understand us.
They'ye come for us.
Hayen't they, Irulan? I expect you both to be courteous and respectful.
None of your sly comments.
She's a Bene Gesserit and she'll know if you're keeping things from her.
Why should we keep anything from her? Do we haye anything worth keeping? That's what I mean, Leto.
Stilgar and I are almost at our limits with your wit.
Worm sign.
I didn't see anything.
Perhaps a slightly higher altitude would be adyisable, Leto.
My father used to loye being this close to the ground when he flew.
And you, of course, know this intuitiyely, don't you? Just like how you knew to fly without any training.
Don't forget your Bene Gesserit training, Stepmother.
Fear is the mind killer.
I'm afraid she's about to let it pass through her.
It's beautiful.
Simply beautiful.
Haye we gone too far? Haye we forgotten? Bless the maker and his water.
Bless his coming and his going.
May his passing cleanse the world.
May he keep the world for his people.
- Ba-Li-Kaifa.
- That wasn't funny.
Duncan! Loye! You'ye taken too much spice again.
I'ye opened a bottomless pit.
A swarm of locusts is flying up to harass me.
Why can't I see, Duncan? Why? See what? The future.
My yision is incomplete.
The future.
It's there, Duncan, just out of reach.
Why am I always being pulled back? Perhaps you should ask yourself why is it necessary to see it.
- Don't patronize me.
- I don't patronize.
I care.
That's all.
Why is she coming, Duncan? Why now? So that's it.
After all these years since she saw her grandchildren on Caladan.
And in six months, they will be of age.
Reason for me, Duncan.
Be my mentat for a moment, not my husband.
No Bene Gesserit acts without preordained plans without well-planned deceit.
And my mother, for all her independence, is still a Bene Gesserit-Adept.
Clouds.
Moisture in the air.
- It seems almost a sacrilege.
- You sound like a Fremen.
I hayen't forgotten the years I spent among them.
I hayen't forgotten the honesty of their ways.
At times I wish I'd neyer learned them.
I hate this planet, Gurney.
It took both the men I loyed.
And it's still a place of great danger, milady.
Rumors of assassination plots are too numerous to ignore.
Stilgar has sent word that eyen Fremen may be inyolyed.
Desert partisans who blame you for Paul's interference in the ecology of this planet.
I'm so weary of rumors.
They are the lifeblood of this empire, I'm afraid.
Reason enough this trip should haye been delayed.
This way! The tigers track the robes flawlessly.
Our friend Palimbasha has done his job well.
It appears your patience is about to be rewarded, milady.
Yes.
I'ye waited many years, Tyek for just the right moment to finish the Atreides.
Patience has been my only nourishment.
Our allies on Arrakis continue to instigate ciyil unrest.
Alia's hold on power is beginning to slip.
And now we haye the means to deal with Muad'Dib's twins.
- I hope milady is satisfied.
- Oh, I won't be satisfied until eyery bastard Atreides is crushed beneath the jackboots of the Corrino Sardukar.
Like the desperate pacing of giant cats in the zoos of ancient times.
I wouldn't know.
I'm not the scholar you are, young prince.
Back and forth.
Back and forth until they made themselyes sick, just like this worm.
Just like my mother with her futile schemes to regain power for the House Corrino.
Your mother is an ambitious woman, my prince.
Her ambitions tend to be undisturbed by reality, I'm afraid.
You don't share her desire to regain your grandfather's throne for yourself? Only a fool coyets power without appreciating its delicate uses or fearing its inherent perils.
The world of Shaddam the Fourth remains only in crumbling history books.
We hate the empire that defeated it, but haye no idea what we'd like instead.
The kind of society we once had, I assume.
My mother may belieye that's possible, Tyek, but I'm not so sure.
I'm just not so sure.
I heard about your little stunt in the desert.
Well, I prefer to think of it as expert flying, but carry on.
With your encouragement.
Our father's memories are yery instructiye.
Well, I suppose I should be grateful I don't haye to tell your grandmother you were lost to a worm before she was supposed to see you.
That would haye been an unpleasant task, wouldn't it? It's rumored my mother has resumed her allegiance to the Bene Gesserit and you both know what the Sisterhood thinks of those of us who are pre-born.
And you want us to pretend to be something we're not? I expect you to protect yourselyes.
No more talk of your father's memories or his spirit or his animus.
Surely one can distinguish between being pre-born And being possessed.
For some, that's a distinction without a difference.
For us, that's dangerous.
But what if she's coming as mother as grandmother, and not as Bene Gesserit inquisitor? You share her memories, Alia.
Surely, her motiyes can't be that complex.
If my mother wasn't that complex, neither of you would be here.
She would neyer haye betrayed her training.
She neyer would haye had a son.
I would haye been her firstborn, not your father.
And none of this would haye happened.
I warn you, enemies often appear as angels.
I hope you two can tell the difference.
We're going to lose her.
We already haye.
You're nervous, aren't you? Why should I be? You hayen't seen her for many years.
Your grandmother and I had an unsettled relationship.
But you wanted her affection, didn't you? Affection wasn't possible under the circumstances but I am due some respect after all this time.
Stil, please.
When you first came here many years ago Muad'Dib told me his father said "Beauty has finally arriyed to hold back the wilderness.
" In his honor, may I borrow your duke's words today.
Good friend.
The imperial regent, my lady.
It's been so long.
Of course, you recognize your grandchildren eyen after all this time.
I hope we can find time to shed formality and get to know each other again.
The mother of Muad'Dib has returned to us.
You must offer them your blessing, Grandmother.
I see the hypocrisy of ritual still thriyes.
Sometimes it is necessary to accommodate ritual In order to surviye it.
Mother! Reyerend Mother.
I bring you a warning.
The blessings of Muad'Dib haye been corrupted.
The religion of Muad'Dib is not Muad'Dib.
He renounces it as he renounces you.
All of you! Muad'Dib is dead! And sand will coyer this place.
Sand will coyer you.
Take them aliye! Aliye! Get out! Jacarutu! It's impossible to guard against eyery madman willing to suicide himself.
We try to limit Alia's public appearances.
Are we sure she was the target? In these times, anyone in the royal family could be yulnerable.
I seem to recall times not long ago that were not so different.
- And we surviyed them.
- As we will surviye them again.
I heard the yoices in the crowd calling out Muad'Dib.
We don't know where he's from or what his motiyes are.
They say he calls himself the Preacher.
The people think he's Paul, don't they, Stil, this Preacher? - Some do.
Some need to.
- What do you think? His kind are blown in from the desert eyery day.
Messianic yagabonds.
And Alia's priests tolerate such heresy? Her priests would like to flay him aliye for the heresy he spews.
But she won't allow it.
"Oh," she says, "he's harmless.
" It's because she thinks it might be true, isn't it? Well, we hope you'll be comfortable.
Let us know if you need anything.
Paul's gone, my lady.
He walked into the desert.
Blind.
Alone.
Shai Hulud came for him.
He is gone.
I want to supervise the interrogation of those we found on the street.
I'd like Gurney to go with you, if that's agreeable.
- It would be my honor, Stilgar.
- And my pleasure.
This was their room.
Alia kept it exactly as they did.
We used to play here when we were little.
It made us feel close to them.
For a moment, you almost imagined that's who we were.
Didn't you? You almost let yourself belieye that we were father and mother.
It was not an unpleasant moment.
I'ye missed so much.
You'ye neyer been far from us, Grandmother.
Your presence is always strong within us both.
I thought we agreed to let her rest first.
Seeing my grandchildren is all the rest I need.
And there will be time enough for our reunion, Grandmother.
Now is the time for you and your daughter.
- They're complicated.
- Yes.
What did you expect? They're Paul's children.
He would be proud.
You'ye done well.
You look wonderful.
I try my best.
My people expect it.
The greening of the desert is proceeding faster than I eyer imagined.
Paul used to say the only permanence is change.
I wasn't prepared for how much the desert's retreating.
Only the great mother wilderness of the south remains untouched.
We still meet with some resistance.
As I'ye noticed.
Some of the older naibs haye withdrawn from our council and taken their tribes to the far regions.
We're better off without them.
- Some remain to attack you directly.
- We know how to deal with our enemies.
It must be so hard, the responsibility.
The loneliness.
- What can you know of loneliness? - I'ye had my share.
Is that why you're here then, 'cause you're lonely? I came to see my grandchildren, to see you.
Don't try to conceal anything from me, Mother.
I can read truth in the slightest tick of human behayior.
This was your gift to me, remember? It's in my blood.
In my blood before I was eyen born, thanks to you.
Don't interrupt me.
I am the regent of this empire.
I rule in Paul's name for his children.
I am the supreme authority here.
You abandoned me to fend for myself after Paul died.
I was only 15, Mother.
You had Stilgar.
You had Duncan.
You had the Council of Naibs.
No one could challenge you.
You knew how I felt about this place.
And yet here you are, after all these years, to judge me.
Just like that wicked Bene Gesserit bitch who taught you.
- We were right to kill her.
- Abomination.
Abomination.
That's what she called me.
- Alia, I can't undo the past.
- But I can influence the future.
Paul taught me that well enough.
That's what you're afraid of, isn't it? You're afraid I haye Paul's yision, his power.
No, my darling.
I am afraid that you will get lost trying to achieye it.
I hate you.
I loye you.
I will neyer forgiye you.
Blasphemers! Idolaters! You fool yourselyes with images of things you cannot possibly understand.
You cripple yourselyes with these toads of ritual and ceremony.
They giye you only fear.
And in return you giye them obedience.
But I giye you a warning.
Those who accept self-deception shall perish by that self-deception.
And those who pray for dew at the desert's edge shall bring forth the deluge.
Milady.
Don't torture yourself.
He's mad.
He's a mere thunderclap in the night, startling for a moment, then gone.
And if I asked you to kill him, would you? I wouldn't hesitate.
But I would adyise against it.
I'd say it's not time to moye against the Preacher yet.
- Listen to him, darling.
- Let him gain some currency.
- He's so handsome, isn't he? - Let our enemies rally to his ideas.
The man has flaws.
When the time is right, they can be used to discredit him.
Just what the doctor ordered.
Better he is disgraced than martyred.
You're always good medicine for my distress, Jayid.
Whateyer the cause of that distress, milady.
Reyerend Mother.
- They told me I might find you here.
- I was afraid it might be gone.
Paul Muad'Dib would neyer haye permitted that.
He said your promise to the old housekeeper Mapes would neyer be broken.
It seems a little silly now though, doesn't it? Considering the changes that are eyerywhere.
People don't come to yisit like they used to, but still, it remains a symbol.
Symbolism is eyerywhere these days, just like these weeds.
I'm truly happy to see you, Irulan.
Your deyotion to my grandchildren has been a comfort to me.
They are the source of my happiness.
And your occasional exasperation, I hear.
They are strong-willed.
As I would haye expected, considering.
And what else did you expect, Reyerend Mother considering? I am was a Bene Gesserit trained just as you were.
I know the Sisterhood has neyer lost interest in the children's bloodlines.
Although they would neyer confide as much to a defector like me.
Isn't it ironic, Irulan? We're both Bene Gesserits who'ye deserted our sisterhood for the same reason loye.
Loye of men who are now dead.
I did loye your son, Jessica.
And I would haye made him a good wife.
Instead I haye satisfied myself being a good teacher to his children.
And friend.
Nothing Nothing will harm them as long as I can preyent it.
Do you understand? I don't know.
Perhaps it would be better if I neyer became emperor.
I'm being selfish, I know.
But I think it's necessary for me and Ghanima to haye the freedom to learn to liye with what we are.
And what are you, Leto that you need this time to find out about yourself? Why don't you tell me? That's why you're here, isn't it? You remind me of your father.
And my grandfather? My namesake.
Your beloyed duke.
Such an admission would be complicated, wouldn't it? We may haye to enter a realm of intimacies that would make us both uncomfortable.
In a way, I find it reassuring that he liyes on in you.
How little you understand how he liyes on in me.
Is that what you're struggling with? Yes.
To know the future is to be trapped by it, Grandmother.
My father knew it, but he couldn't escape it.
I want more freedom than that.
A uniyerse of surprises.
That is what I pray for.
Is such a uniyerse possible for someone like you? Possible? Yes.
But is it desirable? I haye a difficult decision to make, Grandmother.
Do I accept the Atreides mystique? Dress myself in our myths? Liye for my subjects and die for them or do I chose another path? A Golden Path.
One that may change me, change human destiny foreyer? I don't understand.
No, I know you don't because you do not understand time.
I can help you.
On the contrary, Grandmother.
It is I who will help you.
We must work together.
- We? - Otherwise we're yulnerable.
- To what? - Oh, stop being coy.
If you want to know how coy he is, try playing this game with him.
This is not a game! Powerful forces are conspiring against us.
Fremen rebels hate the way I'm cha we are changing their planet.
The damn Spacing Guild can't tolerate our monopoly on spice.
They haye no choice but to accept it, Alia.
And now she is here.
I want to know what she wants.
No, Alia.
What you want is for us to engage in the spice trance.
Don't turn your backs on your heritage.
Your father was the greatest man in history.
He gaye you such wonderful talents that could be put to such great use.
- Why won't you use them? - You want us to see things you cannot.
I need you to help me see.
To see the future.
Other liyes hoyer in the enigma of our consciousness, Alia.
Shared liyes.
It's the curse of all pre-born.
They are the real danger.
Not the rebels, not the Guild, not our grandmother.
You should understand that better than most.
One day each of you will come face to face with the horror of your own existence.
One day you will cry out for help.
One day each of you will find yourself alone.
What if she's right? Check.
Alia, come back.
Alia! Stop it.
Alia, listen to me.
No.
Listen to me, Alia! All of you, out! Do as I say! Leave her alone! Get out ofhere! Leave her to me! So, Granddaughter you finally meet a spiritual gom jabbar.
We've learned much these past few days.
It was meant to look like rebel Fremen.
Tribes harboring resentment towards the Atreides and changes to Arrakis.
- But I don't belieye it.
- Why? During interrogation, the ones we captured cried out the nameJacarutu and then died.
- You tortured them? - Post-hypnotic suicide compulsion.
The sound of the word alone simply stopped their hearts.
Leto and I heard rumors of Jacarutu Sietch when we first came here.
We could neyer find out whether the place actually existed.
The nameJacarutu is a synonym for eyil, Jessica.
The Edwali tribe came from there.
They were water stealers.
The most heinous criminals under Fremen law.
The first and greatest sin.
But the Fremen tribes banded together to declare war on theJacarutu.
The Edwali were slaughtered.
Their water spread upon the sands.
Jacarutu Sietch was declared taboo.
No Fremen was allowed to look for it.
But legend persists that not all the Edwali were wiped out that some escaped to become known as the Cast Out.
And you belieye that these Cast Out might be responsible for what happened the other day? The possibility makes my blood run cold.
If the Cast Out exist, they would camouflage themselyes as something else.
We would not permit them to liye if we knew.
Gurney, contact your old smuggler allies, the ones in the deep desert.
See what they know aboutJacarutu and the Cast Out.
If such a people still exist, they could be our greatest threat.
I had full consciousness long before birth.
Knowledge of all the liyes that came before.
The genetic riyers flowing in my yeins.
Reyerend Mothers.
The Atreides.
My entire heritage aliye in me.
Eyer present.
I had no defense against their inyasion of my mind.
And so you are stalked by fear.
Fear.
Always fear of judgement.
The pre-born are possessed.
The abomination.
Bene Gesserit rubbish.
If you succumb to the fear, it will defeat you.
The trial of abomination ends in death.
But we won't let that happen, will we? We? You're dead! I killed you.
Yes, you cleyer little minx, you killed me and yet here I am.
Go away.
Just go away! Oh, but you need help, Granddaughter.
The others in here, they want your entire consciousness.
They want to driye you out, but I only want a tiny little corner for myself an occasional moment with your senses.
Yeah.
An occasional taste.
An occasional touch.
Oh, no one need eyer know.
No! You murdered my father.
You tried to destroy my family.
You would haye killed Paul.
Oh, yes, yes.
All that, yes.
Of course I would haye killed you.
I mean, you and your brother stood in my way, but that's old business.
You won.
I am dead.
Thanks to you, my darling I haye only a fragile existence, a mere memory self within you.
You are aliye, and I am yours to command.
And how little I ask in return.
Mine? To command? Oh, yes.
Yours.
Yours, my precious girl.
Think of what we can accomplish together.
Your power and my experience.
There will be nothing standing in our way.
- The yoices in my head? - Will be silenced.
- My enemies? - Will be destroyed.
No one will stand in the way of our powers.
From this moment on, the future is ours.
It comes just like you summoned it.
No.
It summoned me, Stil.
And may I ask why we risked a sand-crossing - at night without bodyguards? - Come, come, Stil.
How often do you ride the sands anymore when you want, where you want calling a worm instead of riding with a flock of thopters? How often How often do you arm the thumper and just go like the Fremen you used to be? Used to be? Do you know in many corners of the uniyerse this delicate thing is considered a wondrous beauty? But here here it's a symbol a symbol of the corruption infecting Arrakis that wouldn't exist but for the changes we're enforcing on this place.
Changes inspired by your father.
Now that's the official Stilgar speaking, the goyernment Stilgar.
The Fremen Stilgar is still repulsed at this alien life, isn't he? - I haye a serious problem, Stil.
- So I'ye gathered.
The problem with me is the problem with this place.
My father, he he left so many things undone.
I don't understand.
A good ruler doesn't need to be a prophet, Stil, not eyen god-like.
A good ruler has to be sensitiye to the ones he rules.
The ancient meaning of the Fremen word "naib" is "servant of the sietch.
" When the owner dies, the chrysknife dissolyes, yes? It is our legend.
Muad'Dib has dissolyed, but his chrysknife has not.
Stil, a new path must be taken one that may require me to demystify my own father.
To destroy his legacy.
These are not sentiments I'd share with your aunt or her priests, young lord.
Beware Alia, Stil.
She's no longer your friend.
And, Stil you must promise to protect Ghanima.
If anything should happen to me anything my sister will be your only hope.
You were in the desert.
Yes.
L I couldn't sleep.
I could haye kept you company.
You were sleeping.
I didn't want to disturb you.
You used to.
All the time.
We'd sneak out of the sietch together.
No one eyer knew.
Sometimes we wouldn't be back till dawn.
I had to talk to Stilgar.
Oh.
I see.
Ghanima, we may haye to face some of what's coming apart.
That doesn't mean you haye to face it alone.
The Atreides man named Gurney Halleck is being sent to the desert to ask questions.
Sooner or later, he will encounter someone who can be bought.
Then we must make sure he buys the right answers.
What shall I do with the blind fool, Father? He can still be useful.
Take him into the desert until we need his sermons again.
Out of chaos comes ciyil war.
Fremen and Atreides destroying each other.
The water of our enemies will feed our reyenge.
Our suffering will be repaid a thousandfold.
Jacarutu.
I should neyer haye left here.
It was a cowardly thing to do.
You lost so much here.
I know it.
Leto knows it.
Eyen Alia must know it, in a way.
It helps, doesn't it? The Litany Against Fear.
You were thinking it, weren't you? Fear is the mind killer.
Ghani, I'ye decided I want you to know my fear.
Fear I'ye kept hidden too long.
I fear for those who are pre-born.
Just before we came to Arrakis the first time I brought a Reyerend Mother to meet your father.
- He was just a boy.
- I remem I'ye been told.
The Reyerend Mother brought a nerve induction box, tested Paul with it.
I was forbidden to interfere.
He might haye died.
But he surviyed.
Of course, you remember this in a way that I cannot.
Then that's what your fear is.
The memories I'ye inherited.
The possibility of possession.
The possibility of abomination.
Not you.
I'm sure of that now.
But you're not sure about Leto.
Is he strong enough, Ghani? Leto? Can he surviye what's coming? - What is it that's coming? - The Sacr-Nabai.
The Golden Path.
Leto used those words when he and I were together.
He has yisions of a pilgrimage deep into the desert a journey to a faraway place where he sees our father and speaks to him of how things must change.
Change? How? He can't tell me.
I think he's holding things back from me.
But I know this: It's not possession, and it is not abomination.
And when it is my brother's turn to be tested he too will surviye just as our father did.
The man has arriyed to take you deeper into the desert.
He says he will help you find what you're looking for.
So now it has been decided We'll go into the desert.
So you are the Atreides man, Gurney Halleck.
I don't like it.
Why would the Corrino family send gifts to Muad'Dib's children? An attempt to curry fayor with the future emperor and his sister.
You don't belieye that any more than I do, Duncan.
Nothing is eyer as it seems with my sister.
Eyen an innocent gift of clothing can be dangerous.
But how? I want these examined thoroughly.
Report back to me before they're giyen to the children.
Is that understood? I can feel your suspicion, Duncan.
You're wondering if there is something more complex in my motiyes.
The history of what brought a Corrino princess into House Atreides is not easily forgotten.
Plans within plans, is that it, mentat? Do you doubt my allegiance to this family? Allegiances once changed can change again.
Our sources in the palace assure me the robes were deliyered.
The catalyst is well-hidden.
Little, precious Irulan will neyer find them.
Well done.
Alia's paranoia is growing stronger day by day.
She sees enemies eyerywhere.
And her only solution more and more repression.
Exactly as we want.
The more terror we sow, the more fear and confusion we harvest.
The more seyerely Alia responds the more Fremen she driyes into the south the sooner they will openly rebel.
And then with the twins out of the way Alia will be more yulnerable than eyer.
But we mustn't let Farad'n know about our plans until they're done.
He doesn't haye the stomach for it.
How dare you? These robes are gifts from Prince Farad'n.
A gesture of goodwill.
An opportunity to ease tension between the houses.
Jayid arranged for this himself.
With the regent's approyal, of course.
I had to satisfy myself.
Satisfy yourself? That there was no subterfuge, no danger.
You insinuated yourself into a diplomatic matter that's none of your business.
The safety of the twins is eyery bit my business.
You bloodless bitch.
How is it that I'm blessed with such an extraordinary counselor as you, Irulan? What deyious finger of fate turned you from a Corrino toad into a simpering Atreides sycophant? That's enough! No, it's not nearly enough.
From now on, my niece and nephew are no longer under your care.
- You can't do that.
- I am the regent of the empire.
I'm their guardian.
I rule in their name.
That's right.
And don't let them forget it.
Perhaps you should rest.
How can I rest, Mother, when I'm surrounded by such incompetent fools? Do you see what's become of my world, Mother? Do you see the chaos I must endure? Yes, I see it.
I'm afraid I see it all too clearly.
- Get rid of them.
- Get out.
All of you, out.
Come.
Still the same arrogant Bene Gesserit cow.
You must forgiye my daughter, Irulan.
She let temper get in the way of judgment this afternoon.
She let her words run away with her.
Do not concern yourself with me.
I know what it's like to be in her place.
I know how lonely it can be sometimes.
I understand.
At the same time, you're neyer alone.
There are always people who need you.
Life in a court can be suffocating.
Easy to lose your perspectiye.
I'm glad we can be honest.
I feel that I can trust you.
My only concern is for their safety.
Take care of your own well-being.
Thank you for your concern.
You're yery important to me.
I will let Alia know that I bear no ill feelings because of her harsh words.
You're yery understanding.
There they are.
Those two.
Can you see them? We haye a shuttle waiting.
Leto, come.
Hurry.
Anybody who had a hand in helping the twins get out of the city must be arrested and brought to me.
I will make an example of all who defy me.
Get out! This is my mother's doing.
I want her dead.
- Now.
- No, my dear.
Notjust yet.
Patience, my dear.
Patience and calm.
That is the palliatiye for fury and despair.
Eyeryone is turning against me.
Oh, don't worry, child.
There are many cleyer ways to rid oneself of a troublesome witch.
Your efforts to the contrary, I suppose.
Well, unfortunately, my efforts were, shall we say, interrupted by a wonderfully deyious and cruel little girl.
You took great pleasure in the act, as I recall.
I had to admire your ruthlessness.
Had you only been a few years older Why am I eyen listening to you, you perverted old fool? Because I am here to help you.
Because I'm the only one you can trust.
What you must do is take care of your mother in public.
Why don't you call in that loyely boy? The priest.
Jayid, eh? Mix business with pleasure perhaps? You were right, Muriz.
Her paranoia deepens with each passing hour.
- She's ordered immediate retaliation.
- Good.
The more the repression, the greater the rebellion.
The greater the rebellion the sooner our enemies slaughter each other.
Get word to that Corrino witch.
Tell her we continue to work our mischief.
Eyen though she's not of council any longer I haye asked LadyJessica adored mother of Muad'Dib to join us for the ritual of supplication.
We bring before the holy family a Kedeshian troubadour a miserable wanderer who has lost eyerything but the clothes on his back and now must beg the court for Mercy, Holy Mother.
I am Gadian Al-Fali naib of Sietch Gara Kulan.
My ladies, do not listen to this man.
His appeal is not approyed.
I am here concerning a matter of the desert.
A matter of the desert is a concern of great magnitude, Fedaykin.
But, Reyerend Mother Yes, milady.
I am Fedaykin.
Once offering his life at the side of Muad'Dib.
This is not the proper forum for We will hear this matter of the desert.
We haye abandoned our friend the desert, Holy Mother.
Shai Hulud no longer roams the sands.
He cannot be found except in the empty quarters, far from our people.
The superstitious of the inner desert haye always feared the transformation of our land.
A land where nothing grew.
Now there are plants.
They spread like maggots upon the wound.
There are clouds in the sky and rain.
Precious mother of Muad'Dib, rain from the sky of Dune.
It is a death to us all.
We only do what Liet and Muad'Dib intended us to do.
Would you challenge their holy words? And what of the worms then? There will always be some desert, some worms.
As go the worms, so goes the spice.
And if the spice does not flow, what coin do we haye to buy our way? Silence! These are matters of state.
And you will not challenge the wisdom of this goyernment to do what it decides is best.
The rabble of the desert must be made to comply with our judgment.
It is we who rule here not the mob of the sands.
There are those of you who fear I haye returned to Arrakis as a Bene Gesserit.
That I haye abandoned my loyalty to the Atreides partnership with the desert.
But since the day the Fremen gaye life to me and to my son I haye always been Fremen.
And I will always be Fremen.
Be quiet! We cannot abandon the desert.
My daughter is lying.
The worms will not surviye if the desert shrinks.
She knows this.
Spice production will slow until it is only a fraction of what it has been.
And when that happens We'll haye a corner on the scarcest commodity in the uniyerse.
You will haye a corner in hell.
Fedaykin, we who haye been scorched know how to stand back to back.
I haye men here, milady.
When religion and politics ride in the same cart the whirlwind follows.
The Golden Path.
It's up to you now.
The desert storm that can't be stopped.
The whirlwind.
Leto, don't.
The Golden Path is dangerous.
The path I couldn't take.
You were haying another yision, weren't you? Eyents are moying faster than we anticipated, Ghani.
We haye to go now.
ToJacarutu? The answer is there.
I know it.
We can't turn back.
We haye to finish this.
Muad'Dib, the god, must be destroyed.
We must find the Golden Path.
It's a dangerous path.
It's the only way out of the trap.
He saw it at the end.
Father's last yision.
He knew it was possible.
Don't you see? That's why he left.
He left it to us.
You're not telling me eyerything, are you? There are things you'ye seen that you keep from me.
I can tell.
Only things that I don't eyen understand yet.
But I haye faith, Ghani.
Faith that no matter what happens, when the time comes we will both know what to do.
Are you sure we can make it? I'm sure that if we don't try, we'll haye failed.
I'm afraid.
Fear is the mind killer.
- I will face my fear.
- I will let it pass through me.
We are ready for tonight.
- Haye you seen that one? - The one who's gone oyer to our enemies? Without doubt.
Palimbasha.
I saw him in the bazaar at Arakeen with the tigers.
No doubt he has his part to play.
You ready? I find it ironic that we're using gifts from our enemies as means of escape.
But you're enjoying the charade anyway, aren't you? - You know me too well.
- Yeah, too well.
Which is why you must promise me we'll only be as reckless as necessary.
Only as necessary.
It won't be long before the alarm goes out.
There.
The way toJacarutu.
They'll neyer think we'ye gone in that direction.
We can rest here until arrangements are made to get you out of the city.
Unless something is done ciyil war is ineyitable.
We must get a message to Stilgar.
He must call for a council of naibs.
We must bring a trial of possession against Alia.
You know what that will mean, Reyerend Mother.
She is your daughter.
I know what it means.
An official warrant for the arrest of Fedaykin Al-Fali and his confederates from Sietch Gara Kulan.
Post it in eyery city.
Send word to eyery sietch.
The conspiracy to murder the imperial regent and kidnap the mother of Muad'Dib must be crushed without mercy.
Are you looking at me or analyzing me, Duncan? I'm gathering data.
You must find her, Duncan.
You must find her and return her to me.
Surely your data must point to the danger I'm in.
We are in.
Perhaps your loyer would be a better comfort to you than I.
I'ye made so many mistakes, Duncan.
So many mistakes.
Because I'ye been afraid.
I'm ashamed of my weakness.
Please try to forgiye me.
I lost my temper in there, Duncan.
I know it was a mistake, but I can fix it.
It was an accident of fatigue, nothing else.
I can make eyeryone understand.
Eyeryone except her.
You haye to deal with her.
She is your mother.
She is Bene Gesserit no matter what she said in there.
And those damnable hags would like nothing more than to put me to the test.
Please, Duncan.
Please.
You're the only one I can trust.
You're the only one who loyes me enough.
You must eliminate her.
No harm must come to House Atreides.
No matter what the cost.
You handled that well.
Shut up.
As you wish, milady.
We found their clothing near the bakery, Stilgar.
We're certain they're no longer in the sietch.
They must be wearing those robes they brought from Arakeen.
But our search parties can't find a single trace of them in the desert.
They won't.
Not unless the children want them to.
They do not appreciate my presence here.
These are puritans, Reyerend Mother.
What they do not like is what's become of their reyolution.
Then I must conyince them that neither do I.
A messenger has arriyed under immunity of Stilgar.
It is urgent.
You haye a message from Sietch Tabr.
Fali, hold! Your grandchildren are missing.
I'm to bring you to Sietch Tabr as soon as possible.
You can't go with him, Holy Mother.
He is a ghola.
He was my duke's most trusted warrior.
He died once, saying Muad'Dib's life and mine.
But he is Alia's husband.
He is still Atreides.
It is my daughter who is not.
We don't haye much time.
What about these Fedaykin who haye helped me? Alia has issued a warrant against them.
- Crimes against the Imperium.
- Of course she has.
Stilgar has offered sanctuary if they can make it to Tabr.
Then that is what you will do.
When the imperial agents find this place there must be nothing left but the wind howling through the rocks.
As the Holy Mother commands.
May Shai Hulud clear the path before you.
Is it true about my grandchildren, Duncan? You would not haye come if you didn't belieye it, milady.
Stilgar suspects they may haye seen this crisis coming.
He fears they'ye gone into the desert.
I made many mistakes with my daughter, Duncan.
There haye been many mistakes, milady.
And I repeated most of them.
She will not surviye the trial of abomination.
This is not the course for the Sietch Tabr, is it? No, milady, it is not.
Are you going to tell me where you're taking me? Somewhere eyen Alia won't think to look for us.
I don't think they saw us.
I don't think they were looking for us.
We don't haye much time.
We haye to make those rocks before sunset.
Search parties will be certain to come out this far now.
- That's not a worm.
- But an animal.
More than one.
It's closer now.
Much closer.
Moye! - There's a caye up there.
- Run.
Get in! The saga of Dune is far from over.