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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 vulnerable.
- 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 have 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 gave 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 lives hover in the enigma
of our consciousness, Alia.
Shared lives.
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 of here.!
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 believe it.
- Why?
During interrogation,
the ones we captured...
cried out the name Jacarutu
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 never find out
whether the place actually existed.
The name Jacarutu
is a synonym for evil,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 the Jacarutu.
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 believe 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 themselves as something else.
We would not permit them
to live if we knew.
Gurney, contact your old smuggler
allies, the ones in the deep desert.
See what they know about Jacarutu...
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 lives
that came before.
The genetic rivers
flowing in my veins.
Reverend Mothers.
The Atreides.
My entire heritage...
alive... in me.
Ever present.
I had no defense against
their invasion 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 clever 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 drive you out, but I only
want a tiny little corner for myself...
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