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 Arakeen.
Fine.
I'm going back to the palace.
I have a wedding to attend.
Leave me.
Do as I say!
There's no need for that
with me, Ghanima.
Our plan worked.
You're alive!
I knew it.
Oh, 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.
Idolaters! Blasphemers!
You'll spoil this place!
The desert will swallow you!
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.
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.
Who is it
that calls for Muad'Dib?
Help 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...
enrich 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.
But I have seen another path...
a 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.
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 Sachar Nabai...
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!
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 won!
Demon! Let her make
her own choice!
Mommy... please help me.
Help yourself.
Yes! Yes, do it.
Sink it in.
Bathe our hands
in his hot blood.
No! Darling! Stop! Stop!
Stop! We're so close!
I love you. I can save you.
Don't stop now. 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.
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