History is written on the sands of Arrakis
where rebellion and civil war continue to breed,
fed by Alia's brutal tyranny and repression
as she sinks deeper into the abomination of her own ghost.
Unable to recognise the forces conspiring against her,
unaware of the whirlwind
sweeping towards her across the desert.
Well?
Who's going to explain this to me?
Who's going to tell me why I have rioting in my streets?
Why my name is being used as a curse?
You simple fools.
The royal twins are missing from Sietch Tabr,
Lady Jessica has been abducted off-world.
Rebel alliances have been formed by tribes to the south
and now we have anarchy in the streets of Arrakeen!
You are to blame.
Go.
Perhaps you should rest, My Lady.
Alia!
It's difficult to think clearly
when one is exhausted by stress.
Leave me.
I'm fine.
Such a pity, eh?
Why did you send that lovely boy away?
I am not in the mood to indulge your lurid perversions tonight.
Are they mine, or simply yours in disguise?
After all, I am only enjoying what you started.
Is that so?
Don't forget, child - I'm not really here.
I'm simply the manifestation of what you already are.
Alia!
Go away!
Who else knows they are requesting sanctuary here?
The Spacing Guild, of course.
They would provide transport with Idaho's bribes.
The Bene Gesserit will surely be informed...
...if they don't know already.
Then Alia will be forced to implicate us in this adventure.
She'll have to make it appear
as if we arranged the whole thing.
We should refuse them safe harbour.
Return them to Arrakis and wash our hands of the entire matter.
On the contrary, Tyek.
Perhaps we should think of Lady Jessica's visit
as an endowment, not a threat.
The woman has many talents.
Perhaps they could be of use to us.
You mean to you.
I see no reason why I shouldn't continue my education
by all means necessary.
Any woman who can seduce
Duke Leto Atreides and a planet of desert Fremen
is not to be trifled with.
Are you suggesting she might... try to seduce me?
Don't play the fool, Farad'N.
She would be a dangerous guest.
But... a grateful one.
He may have a point.
Leto!
May the wind strip the flesh from your bones.
May Shai-Hulud clear the path before you.
Secher Nbiw. When we meet again.
My skin is not my own.
The Golden Path is dangerous, son.
It's the choice I couldn't take.
The desert storm that cannot be stopped.
You will become that storm, my son.
The whirlwind.
And nothing will be able to stop you.
Not even yourself.
Jacurutu.
This is for Leto.
Leto?
We've confirmed that it was Ghanima's knife
that killed Palimbasha.
And the communicator he was wearing?
Off-world manufacture, for sure.
Hmm.
We found a transceiver implanted in a tiger's neck.
And we also found this in the desert.
Should I arrange transport to the palace?
No!
Whoever will benefit from the death of these children
will not rest until they're sure they've succeeded.
Until the time is right,
she'll be safer here than anywhere.
Sandtrout.
So, you know your desert farming, young Atreides.
That's right, Atreides. Don't be foolish.
We have your water in our cup.
Alive?
She's alive.
That clever bitch Ghanima survived our tigers.
We must improvise quickly.
Tell our man in the Atreides palace, the priest Javid,
he must stir Alia's pot some more.
Yes, Princess.
They left our priest's body
where we would be sure to find it.
He was assassinated by Fremen rebels
from a sietch near Habbanya Erg.
He was travelling with diplomatic immunity
when they attacked.
They carved blasphemy into his skin, My Lady.
Horrible, profane curses about you and your family.
"Cursed be the name Atreides.
"Burning beyond you for the abomination
"you have visited on our desert.
"You should have no soul nor spirit.
"You shall not be permitted to come up from the depths."
The obscenities of desert rebels, Holiness.
An example must be made
to warn other tribes what happens
if they persist in this insurrection.
No mercy.
I want all traces of the rebel sietch wiped out.
Leto!
You would be Leto.
Son of Muad'Dib.
I am Sabiha. I am meant to watch over you.
Yes, and no doubt kill me if I try to escape.
That won't happen.
Drink.
I warn you, any attempt at witchery
shall result in immediate execution.
We are seeking safe harbour,
not an opportunity for treachery.
So you say.
But why should we risk
sheltering fugitives from the Imperium?
Who says that we are fugitives?
Your confrontation with Alia
is already taking on mythic proportions, Lady Jessica.
Several Fremen tribes
are known to be in open revolt against the Qizarate.
Civil war seems imminent.
My grandchildren will prevent that.
Not if they're dead.
I'm sorry, Jessica Atreides, to be the bearer of bad news,
but it seems your grandchildren have been the victims
of a well-planned assassination plot.
Assassination?
Our reports indicate
the Atreides twins went missing from Sietch Tabr.
They were attacked in the desert.
Leto was killed.
We're not sure what became of the girl.
We have reason to believe
Alia herself may have planned the killings.
That is impossible.
Jessica, it's well-known
that your daughter's on the verge of abomination.
Since Muad'Dib's heirs were of age,
they were assumed to be
invested with all the powers of his government.
Alia's role as Regent was coming to an end, unless...
...unless your grandchildren could be eliminated,
and the blame laid on her enemies.
On us!
Events on Arrakis
are spinning wildly out of control, Jessica Atreides.
Now, we can retreat
and watch the Empire collapse on top of us,
or we can give each other sanctuary.
I can protect you from Alia's reach.
And you can protect me from her madness.
And how do I do that?
By announcing publicly
that we did not kidnap you, as Alia now alleges -
that you came of your own free will,
an emissary of the Bene Gesserit sent to...
...take over the education of my son.
You want me to teach him as the Bene Gesserit are taught?
An offer I could not resist.
Your Mentat is conspicuous by his silence.
One must be careful
to evaluate who has the advantage in such situations.
Perhaps there is mutual advantage all around.
Stilgar refuses to allow Ghanima to travel,
saying she is not strong enough,
saying her safety cannot be guaranteed.
He has offered sanctuary.
He is Naib of the sietch.
We cannot overrule his wishes.
We'll see about that.
The activities at Tabr are curious and provocative.
No-one is allowed to visit or depart
without Stilgar's permission.
They are planning to go over to the rebels.
That's unlikely, My Lady.
We know Stilgar's initiated dialogue
with the insurgent Naibs to the south,
but only as emissary.
Continue your surveillance of Sietch Tabr.
I want to know who's coming, who's going
and where all the communications are directed.
Time to pay Stilgar a visit.
If you hadn't taken them from the city in the first place
this never would have happened.
I am their guardian, Alia.
She wouldn't be safe at the palace with me?
I'm demanding she not be used as a pawn in a civil war.
You know as I do, Stilgar,
Ghanima must be returned to the court.
She's right, Irulan.
As long as I designate Sietch Tabr neutral territory,
no violence may be committed by any party to this conflict.
However, holding Ghanima against the Imperial Regent's will
could be considered abduction.
As Naib of this sietch,
I surrender Ghanima to the Imperial Regent.
On one condition - that the Princess Irulan accompany her.
If any harm come to either the Princess or the royal heir,
the neutrality of this tribe will be forfeit
and allegiance to the Imperial Throne disavowed.
Agreed.
I want the girl ready. We leave for Arrakeen immediately.
Forgive me, Irulan. I may have placed you in grave danger.
Leto.
Leto!
Keep feeding him more and more.
The more we feed him, the deeper his trance.
The deeper the trance, the more dangerous the trance.
Leto!
He is stronger than we thought.
Then increase what we give him!
By the time we're through, he'll be as mad as Alia.
What are you doing to me?
That's Spice essence!
Do you hear them? The voices in your head?
Are you crazy yet? Think you aren't?
Does that frighten you?
Not as much as it will frighten you, Atreides.
Leto!
Listen to me, Leto.
Put the weapon away, Cast Out.
That is what you are, isn't it?
Adopting the chameleon colours of a smuggler tribe
in order to keep your true identity secret.
Allowing us to survive. Trading spice.
That's not all, is it?
You're breeding sandtrout.
I've seen the holding pens.
Selling worms off-planet,
you hope to break the Atreides monopoly on spice.
It is dangerous for you to know these things.
More dangerous for you.
None of your worms survive long away from Dune.
Not yet. Not ever.
You're already saturated with spice.
And it can no longer harm me.
I have survived the crucible, Sabiha.
I have silenced the voices within
who would have possessed me.
Only I remain now to do what I must do.
And what is that? Save the desert.
My skin is not my own.
I can't...
...I can't do it.
You can. You will.
I'm here. I try to see myself there but I can't.
I can't. Patience.
Concentrate on visualising the flow of time.
It must move, not you.
It would've been easier to begin this when you were younger.
I'm surprised you never asked
for a Bene Gesserit teacher before.
They'd have lapped at the opportunity
to put you in their debt.
My mother had other training in mind for me when I was younger.
You can still learn. If I'm patient?
You must learn each and every muscle
as if it were a single string on a baliset.
When you learn how to play them individually,
you'll know how to play them together.
The union of opposites, isn't it, Jessica?
Recognising the essential instability of our universe,
one must learn to make it one's own creation.
It is the Bene Gesserit way.
So you haven't forgotten everything you were taught?
You need a bath.
We'll continue tomorrow.
He is a slow learner. On the contrary.
He's making more progress
than I would have expected in so short a time.
And you?
I know what I intend to get out of this relationship, Wensicia.
What is it you expect?
Our houses are at their crossroads, Jessica.
Families weaken from within.
You and I both confront the greatest danger
from those closest to us.
You have a daughter from whom you are estranged.
I have a son in whom I have little confidence.
What do you expect me to do about that?
Simply... consider the union of opposites.
We hear rumours of your grand-daughter.
Ghanima? It seems she has survived.
Alia has taken her from Stilgar, but Irulan is with her.
Get to the point, Wensicia.
An alliance - Corrino and Atreides.
An alliance through marriage?
Under your tutelage.
Farad'N could be fashioned into an acceptable mate
for someone as special as your grand-daughter.
He has his talents and he's a fast learner, as you say.
Worse things could happen
than an alliance between old enemies.
Your son was clever enough to see its potential once.
Surely you can see the need for it now.
The idea repulses me.
Surely your Mentat reasoning can see the value in it.
That an Atreides would willingly marry
into the house that has vowed its destruction - it's madness!
That's exactly what my son did when he married Irulan.
Politics ruled that decision. And it averted a war.
Do you not see the similarity to our present situation?
You really think Alia will agree
to a marriage between Ghanima and Farad'N?
She is the reason
you must be the one to deliver this proposal.
She loved you once, Duncan,
and there's a part of her that still does.
You're the only one who might reach that part of her
that still knows who she is.
No.
She's lost to me now.
You saw the evidence of that yourself.
You could be saving the life of Paul's daughter, Duncan.
As long as Ghani lives, she's a threat to Alia.
If we can make my daughter believe
that her niece is the means
to eliminate an even greater threat,
we can save her life...
...and buy precious time.
I assume you see merit to this marriage proposal
because you gambled your own safety
to deliver it personally.
Merit and risk.
You must decide which bears the greater weight.
My priests object to the idea.
Because they are myopic and parochial,
interested only in preserving their own power.
Be careful, Duncan!
You're already standing on the precipice.
It is no secret desert rebels probe your defences
with increased success.
Riots here in Arrakeen
are the subject of much discussion off-world.
Whispers of weakness and disarray
are spreading amongst the great houses.
Rumours encouraged by my enemies
to spread doubt and fear.
The jackals are gathering, Alia.
An alliance between Corrino and Atreides
would serve as reassurance AND a warning.
Prepare a formal response to House Corrino.
We will allow negotiations
for a union between Ghanima and Prince Farad'N to begin.
But make it clear, Atreides interests will dominate.
Leave me.
Only my husband may remain.
I should have you executed for what you did.
My diplomatic immunity as Corrino envoy
would make that an unwise decision.
Why did you come back here?
My allegiance to House Atreides would permit nothing less.
I played... no part in your decision?
I struggled not to allow it.
You can't remain at the keep.
I must banish you for your treachery,
otherwise people would question my judgment, my ruthlessness.
A quality you must demonstrate often these days, no doubt.
They're difficult days, Duncan.
Lonely days.
I've missed you.
Oh!
Where would you have me go?
Sietch Tabr. Neutral territory.
Stilgar's trying to broker a peace
between the Qizarate and the rebels.
Perhaps your Mentat qualities can be useful.
At least you'll be safe there.
There is no-one to restrain Alia.
Her forces are probing deeper and deeper
into the southern regions,
attacking rebel sietches wherever she thinks they are.
And still there are riots in the streets of Arrakeen itself.
And what of the boy Leto? What do they say about him?
If he survived the assassin, he did not survive the desert.
Worms, storms - there won't be a body.
Where are you going?
To look for the boy.
That cannot be permitted.
We never had any intention of helping someone like you -
enemy of ours.
Cursed be your name, Atreides,
burning beyond you for the abomination
you have visited on our desert.
You shall have no soul, no spirit.
You shall not be permitted to come up from the depths.
The only thing that doesn't fear an Arrakis storm is the worm.
I will not fear.
Fear is the mind killer.
I will face my fear. I will let it pass through me.
I will not fear. Fear is the mind killer.
I will face my fear. I will let it pass through me.
I will not fear! Fear is the mind killer!
I will face my fear! I will let it pass through me!
I will not fear!
I could've killed you.
It wouldn't have been that easy.
I wanted to believe you.
I wanted to believe that I could do it, but I didn't.
I couldn't. I didn't truly think it was possible.
And then my mind melted away.
I gave up fighting you and it happened.
It wasn't me you were fighting.
It was myself.
All that I've learned,
all the nonsense I've imprisoned myself with,
I feel...
...I feel like I'm being reborn.
Like I'm standing on the threshold
of something extraordinary.
Prana-Bindu balance, Farad'N.
But only on the threshold.
Patience? Yeah. Patience.
Remember...
...one thing to gain control of your perceptions,
quite another to gain control of your desires.
And if I succeed?
You'll find reality to be quite a bit different than you thought.
This skin is not my own.
Must you insist on sneaking away like this?
I still feel him, Irulan. His presence.
Sometimes I even think I can hear his laughter in the wind.
Mocking your decision to marry Farad'N, I hope.
Why should he mock it?
I cannot stand by and let you be used
as a pawn in Alia's schemes.
Is that what you think? That I'm being used?
That I've agreed to this marriage as part of some conspiracy with Alia?
No. But I know you, Ghani.
There is more to your decision than anyone else believes.
Alia wants my grandmother back. Farad'N is simply the means.
But what do YOU want?
Farad'N's blood on the wedding sheets, not mine.
You cannot remain neutral any longer, Stilgar.
You must ally your tribe with the rebel forces.
Never.
Rebellion against the sister of Muad'Dib
would bring the greatest dishonour I could imagine.
There is no more sister of Muad'Dib.
She's gone. Lost to the evil that possesses her.
While you refuse to believe it, you wear its collar.
Enough! You are the guest of my tribe.
I have given you my countenance.
But I swear, if you provoke me further
with talk of insurrection, I will have your water!
What is it, Tariq?
Why have we stopped?
There's a demon.
In human form.
There are no such things.
Your guide has released the worm.
We have a little time before he returns.
You made it stop.
The worm obeyed your command.
Yes.
They say Leto Atreides is dead.
Killed by Corrino treachery.
A myth I have allowed to persist until I am ready.
For what?
To undo what's been done in your name... Father.
You have no idea who I am.
This is your ring, Father.
Passed from Duke Leto to you and then unto me.
How far is it gone -
this thing you've done to yourself?
I am a desert creature.
Was there no other way?
There was only one way to bring about the Golden Path.
You cannot control the future.
A man named Muad'Dib should have heeded that advice.
Do you think Muad'Dib couldn't see
the thing that you want to do?
Do you think he didn't confront the possibility?
Muad'Dib was afraid.
He was trapped by his own prophecy.
A victim of what he knew he could not choose.
So I have chosen...
...to make a world
where humankind can create its own future
from moment to moment.
Free of one man's vision.
Free from the perversion of the prophets' words.
And free of future predetermined.
This does not belong to me.
How many nights I have sat on a dune, just like this...
..imagining a night just like this, with...
...with my father.
Just the two of us,
talking and laughing.
And how many nights
I have gone to sleep on the cold floor of the sietch,
dreaming of his arms around me,
sheltering me from everything I was afraid of,
everything I could not understand.
Are you still a good Fremen?
Yes.
Then will you permit... a blind man to go out into the desert...
...and find peace on his own terms?
Not yet.
Cursed be the name Atreides.
Body shield. Armed.
Eight of nine new settlements have been abandoned.
Many of the old sietch communities are becoming overrun with refugees.
The Holy Regent demands
that you abandon your pledge of neutrality.
Ally your forces with hers,
put an end to this damnable rebellion!
Alia is Fremen.
She knows she cannot make such a demand
on me or on any other Naib!
You can no longer remain above the fight, Stilgar.
Your feeble attempts to mediate have accomplished nothing!
It's time for you to choose.
Are you with the Empire...
...or against it?
It is not a choice I will make
because some fop of a priest demands it.
Well, perhaps the royal consort
can talk some sense into this obstinate fool.
I can do better than that.
Idaho!
The royal cuckold thanks you for this opportunity!
Stilgar will now make his choice.
You have violated sanctuary.
You have defiled the honour of my people.
No, Stil.
I have just cut the collar from around your neck.
Oh!
Ah!
That was the right choice, Stil.
Two deaths for the Atreides.
The second one for no better reason than the first.
It was a sign.
He forced our hand.
Now Alia will be forced to move against us.
He has taken the tribe into the desert.
No-one knows where,
but his only refuge will be with the rebels.
Idaho acted impulsively, My Lady.
He was... Was my husband!
Kanly... vendetta...
...on Stilgar and all of his tribe that joined him.
Let them be hunted down like desert rabbits.
Yes. Yes. Kill them.
I want their skins when they're caught.
Nice touch, yes. Very creative.
This is the one we took on the south face.
He came across the plain from the south wall.
So, they say you rode a worm here?
A 20-thumper ride.
And yet, you are not Fremen.
They taught me well.
Rumours across the desert say you're dead,
Gurney Halleck.
There are many who wish that were true.
The sons of Esmar Tuek are not among them, old friend.
We've been waiting on you, Gurney Halleck.
How did you know I'd come here?
My father told me. Your father?
When in the desert, sheltered once, sheltered always.
After the Harkonnen invasion,
these were the men who protected you,
before you were finally reunited with Muad'Dib.
A reunion which allowed me to join his rebellion
against Shaddam and the Imperial forces.
Another rebellion awaits you, Gurney Halleck.
My loyalty is to House Atreides.
Well, I AM House Atreides.
And what of your aunt?
My aunt is lost.
Lost to forces she could not control.
To forces who want to destroy House Atreides.
What have you done to yourself?
I have made a choice.
Accepted a destiny, nothing more.
My eyes can see it
but my mind refuses to believe it.
Believe it, Gurney.
Remember the words of my father and my grandfather, your duke.
They spoke to you of desert power.
I AM desert power...
...and nothing can stop what is going to happen.
We are here to honour the throne of Muad'Dib
and his sister, the Holy Regent.
We're here to honour his esteemed daughter
with the presentation of our son, Prince Farad'N,
heir to the throne of House Corrino.
We offer our deepest condolences
on the loss of your brother.
Perhaps the union of our houses
can put an end to the treachery that took his life.
Treachery that was bred on Selusa Secundus.
What did you say?
I am ashamed to say
that the animals that killed Leto, son of Muad'Dib,
were created and trained on my planet.
And the Regent of House Corrino knew of this?
- She planned it. - How dare you?!
I'll dare quite a few things from now on, Mother.
You've been quite adept at making decisions in my name,
decisions which I found extremely distasteful.
You insolent bastard.
Let's not discuss your weaknesses now, Mother.
I forbid you to say another word.
You forbid nothing.
As heir to the throne of House Corrino
I am now the author of my own decisions.
My mother is to be stripped
of all accounts and privileges of the House Corrino.
She is no longer sovereign regent of this family.
She is, from this moment forward, banished.
You're more of a man than I'd ever thought possible.
And you can spend the rest of your days pondering that
in utter darkness.
Patience is a virtue.
I have an abundance, if you haven't noticed.
Hold.
Did you have anything to do with the death of my brother?
I knew nothing of the plot against him
until it was too late.
Forgive me. I am at your mercy.
This is my wedding present to you.
I have nothing else.
No dowry...
...only the truth.
I believe him.
Take her.
Leave him.
Maybe he'll amuse us with more intrigue and double-cross
in the days to come.
Don't you find it interesting, Jessica,
how the sins of the mother bloom in the children they bear?
She's weakened by madness!
She still commands the Imperial armies.
They're retreating to the city,
trapped by the Shield Wall from which they are vulnerable.
They say the price on your head keeps going up.
Oh! Then I say unto you, send men to summon worms!
Then, let us go... to Arrakeen
to collect it.
Manud!
A storm.
Not this time.
We must get word to the palace. Yeah.
Yaaah!
Don't be afraid, Gurney-man.
There is no way to hasten what is meant to be.
When the time is right...
...he will find us.
Who are you?
Who I am doesn't matter anymore.
It matters to me.
Do you think I would have left this place if I had known?
Do you think I would've abandoned you
if I knew you were still alive?
You did what you were meant to do.
Tell me.
Let me hear you say it.
Tell me it isn't you.
I couldn't live if I knew I had forsaken you.
Paul Atreides is no more, Gurney-man.
The desert winds have erased all trace of his passage in.
And soon, Muad'Dib must follow.
Please, Gurney. I'm tired. Hungry.
Get me some food.
Oh, Stil. So predictable.
It's as if they're daring you to confront them.
Challenging you to commit troops, 'thopters.
They think I've retreated to the sanctuary of the city
where I'm trapped.
It's a tactic learned from my brother
when he defeated Shaddam and took back Arrakis.
Poor Stil. If you only knew it is you who are trapped, not I.
They are still over a day's ride from Arrakeen.
Fine.
I'm going back to the palace.
I have a wedding to attend.
Ghanima?
Leave me.
Ghani?
Do as I say.
There is no need for that with me, Ghanima.
Leto?
Our plan worked.
You're alive!
I knew it.
How I have missed you.
I'm sorry, Ghanima.
I'm so sorry.
I had to let you think that I was dead.
It was the only way,
the only way that I could start what must now be finished.
Muad'Dib!
Muad'Dib, Muad'Dib, Muad'Dib.
His words are sacrilege.
His presence must not be tolerated.
You must give the order, Holy One.
You must send us to take him.
Caution, darling Do not act impulsively
Not yet.
He is an outrage to the religion of Muad'Dib.
Ah, but that's the point, my darling.
We must know for sure
whether he really is your brother, mustn't we?
It would not do to make a martyr of him just yet.
Muad'Dib, Muad'Dib, Muad'Dib,
Muad'Dib, Muad'Dib, Muad'Dib.
Muad'Dib?!
Who is it that calls for Muad'Dib?!
Help us, Muad'Dib!
Deliver us, Muad'Dib!
Muad'Dib's words are the wind!
They vanish... like water on the sand!
I'll give you Muad'Dib's words!
I'll rub your faces in them!
I am the voice from the wilderness and I bring you a warning.
The water we spread upon the desert has become blood.
Blood... upon the land which was once clean and pure!
We have provoked the desert... forsaken its ways.
We have succumbed to mindless ritual and seductive ceremony,
placed faith in those who crush dissent,
enriched themselves with power, commit atrocity...
...all in the name of righteousness!
All in the name...
...of Muad'Dib!
We have fouled the nest...
...and it is killing us!
The Golden Path!
The path Muad'Dib could not take.
I have stood upon the sand...
...and I have seen a beast rise up...
...and upon the head of that beast...
...is the name of salvation...
...come to spill water upon the sand...
...come to lead us back...
...to a dry and thirsty land!
Only one blasphemy remains...
...and that blasphemy...
...is ALIA!
Forgive me...
...sister.
JACURUTU!
OH!
It's in your hands now...
...son.
Where is she?
Behold me, family!
I am Leto...
...Lion of Atreides...
...returned from the desert to announce Secher Nbwi...
...the Golden Path...
...to rid humanity of the perversions done
in Muad'Dib's name...
...and to save it from the abomination known as Alia.
Seize him!
The time has come, Aunt.
You must face the future.
I'll drink your blood!
Yes! Yes!
Alia, stop it! Stop yourself!
You sorry bitch!
You Bene Gesserit whore!
Did you think you could escape my vengeance?
Did you think I was defeated forever?
I have her daughter!
Your precious Alia, she's mine!
I've won! No!
Demon, let her make her own choice!
Mommy... help me.
Help yourself.
Yes, yes, do it. Sink it in.
Bathe our hands in his heart blood.
No, darling!
No, stop, stop!
No, stop, stop! We're so close.
Alia, for heaven's sake, you don't stop now. We're so close!
So close. We're so close.
I want my brother.
You'll not change your mind
and return with me to Caladan?
I must remain here, My Lady, at Sietch Tabr with Stilgar.
He will need my help to bring peace back to this land.
And you?
I have no home but here.
Besides, there will be children again and they will need me.
Dear friend.
Alia's water.
Take it into the desert
and spread it upon the open sand in the midday sun.
It is our way.
Are you going back to Sietch Tabr?
I wish to return to our old ways.
The desert's dying, Stil.
And the Fremen too, I'm afraid.
Well, we're about to go through the crucible...
...but we'll come out the other side.
We always arise from our own ashes.
Everything returns later in its... changed form.
Your grandfather's ring.
And... your father's.
And now the Fremen's.
To remind you of Muad'Dib...
...to remind you that all humans make mistakes...
...and that all leaders are but human.
He runs and runs and runs.
And when he's exhausted himself...
...he returns to me...
...puts his head in my lap...
...and asks me to help him find a way to die.
But why does he want to die?
To save himself...
...from the sacrifices he must make...
...sacrifices for the future of us all.
Then there is a place for me in this future?
Your blood was spared the day Leto came back to me.
What of our marriage then?
As my mother was not wife, you shall never be husband.
Politics.
But in time, there may be love...
...which is more than my brother will have.
One of us had to accept the agony
He was always the stronger.
History is written on the sands of Arrakis.
A chapter has ended...
...swept away by the whirlwind.
One door has closed...
...but another has opened...
...and on the other side...
...our future.