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 dishonor
I could imagine.
There is no more sister of Muad'Dib.
She's gone--
lost to the evil that possesses her.
And as long as 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?
- Desert 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 has 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 prophet's words...
and free of future
pre-determined.
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 my father.
Just the two of us...
talking and-- 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.
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 and
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 is 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.
The ''royal cuckold'' thanks you
for this opportunity.
Stilgar will now make his choice.
You have violated sanctuary.
You have defiled...
the honor of my people.
No, Stil.
I have just cut the collar
from around your neck.
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