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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.
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.
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 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.
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.Twelve years of war.
Twelve years since Emperor Shaddam
the Fourth was defeated...
and Paul Muad'dib's wild Fremen
spread out across the universe...
exterminating all that remained
of the old imperial armies...
colonizing the planets
of the known universe...
one by one under his rule...
sweeping away anything...
and anyone who resisted.
Millions have been defeated.
Millions more have been slaughtered.
There are no innocents anywhere.

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