just to--
I can't move.
What are you doing to me?
I am playing.
You were made to be played.
Like Othyem. Poor fellow.
Had a terrific struggle with you.
The flesh did not want
to come back.
- You are Tleilaxu.
- Born and bred... in the same tank.
Just we two... in the same tank.
First me, then you-- then you.
You're trying
to bring out the violence in me.
Oh, no. Not yet.
The script is written,
but the stage is not set.
But one day soon,
the emperor will come to you...
a mask of grief
obscuring his face.
And he'll say, ''She's gone.
She is gone.''
And then you will finally
know what you're expected to do.
- She is gone.
- She is gone, Duncan.
Now it's time to forget what
you remember when day becomes night.
Forgetting is not having
till the words are right
What do you see with those eyes?
What everyone sees.
We're leaving for the sietch
this morning.
- And I'll be left behind.
- Appropriate, I'd say...
considering what you've done.
I never meant to hurt Chani
or you.
I just--
I've given orders
no harm is to come to you...
no matter what happens.
- Is she--
- She's well...
for the moment.
I've been cruel to you, Irulan.
- I don't want your pity.
- I'm offering none.
Simply telling you the truth.
You were destined, conditioned.
I understand only too well.
Destined to be used.
- By you?
- By your father. By the Bene Gesserit.
By the Spacing Guild.
To protect them from me.
And they'll get their wish,
though not exactly as they'd like it.
I don't understand.
The time of plots and revenge
is coming to an end.
You must have a chance
to find peace.
I'm gonna give you that chance.
It's ironic.
Your selfish, clumsy attempts
to mother an imperial heir...
actually prolonged Chani's life.
And for that, I'm grateful.
Forever.
Muad'dib, is it truly necessary
to bring the face dancer and the dwarf--
They have their parts to play, Stil,
just like you and me.
- Chani and I will take this one.
- Muad'dib--
I know the way better
than anyone else, Stil...
except, perhaps, you.
You must remain here,
as we agreed.
Time to settle accounts.
- Stay where you are.
- What's the meaning of this?
You plotted
against Muad'dib, Korba.
You conspired against your emperor.
You're under arrest for treason.
I am a Fremen. I demand
to be judged by Fremen law.
You will be, Korba. You will be.
I used to hunt these here
when I was little.
It's amazing, the simple pleasures
one has as a child.
But the desert is leaving now,
taking simple pleasure with it.
I wonder if my father would approve
of the future he inspired.
A storm comes, my lady.
I am a desert creature, ghola.
I know when to hide.
Paul said he would join you as soon
as the naib council is concluded.
You called him Paul,
his Atreides name.
I did. A memory intruded
where none should have been.
Then there are more.
And it frightens you.
Duncan's memories.
They scare you.
Are they Duncan's memories
or the inventions of those who made me?
When the moment comes to decide,
you will know.
My lady.
It was the birth, my lord. They said
her body was drained by the speed of it.
These are your children, Muad'dib.
Both are alive and strong.
- ''Children''?
- Twins, my lord.
A boy and a girl.
I never saw children.
Beloved.
Forgive me.
There are some things
no one can bear...
problems in this universe
for which there are no answers...
for which nothing can be done,
nothing.
I am sorry.
Nothing in this universe...
is as great...
as my love for you.
I can't see.
My lord? My lord!
She's gone.
She is gone, Duncan.
She is gone, Duncan.
Then you will finally know
what you are expected to do.
You're expected to do.
This was the moment
you came back to me, Duncan.
Stay where you are, both of you.
I warn you. A face dancer can move
faster than you can possibly imagine.
So, it is truly you.
Duncan Idaho of the Atreides.
A ghola can regain his past.
Tell me.
What do you remember?
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