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?
- Tell him.
- Everything. My childhood.
My youth. My death.
We did it. We did it. Majesty,
don't you see what this means?
You can have her back again,
your beloved Chani.
The proof is standing right
in front of you.
We can restore the flesh
and the spirit. We can recreate her.
This was your plan all along.
Plots within plots, my lord.
You should know this better than anyone.
We've been trying for decades
to achieve this.
Make an alliance with us,
Muad'dib, the Tleilaxu.
Let us restore your beloved Chani.
Live content and safe
for the rest of your life...
with her, with your children.
With her, with your children.
My lord, please don't
listen to this blasphemy.
Don't move, Duncan Idaho.
You kill me, and you're
killing Muad'dib's children.
You can feel it, can't you, Muad'dib?
Can't you?
You can hear her.
- I'm afraid, Muad'dib.
- Calling your name.
Father. Don't be afraid, Father.
I'm here, Father,
as you knew I would be.
We go forward. We go back.
Don't be afraid.
We're pre-born, my sister and I,
thanks to our mother and the spice.
Thanks to you.
Father, yes, it is me.
We go forward. We go back.
We are pre-born, my sister and I,
thanks to you.
My eyes. Let me see for you.
I can do it.
I can bring her back to you.
Use my eyes, Father.
Use my eyes.
My eyes. Let me see for you.
Let me see for you.
- Use them.
- I can do it.
I can bring her back.
Let us give you back your love.
- The children! The children!
- They are safe, Muad'dib.
I meddled in the future,
in all possible futures...
trying to create them.
Instead, they created me,
and I became trapped by it.
Yes, but knowing there's a trap
is the first step in evading it.
The first step
along the Golden Path.
Don't be afraid, Father.
The answer is right in front of you.
Finally, I am free.
History is written
on the sands of Arrakis.
Those who wished an end
to House Atreides have failed.
No longer an emperor,
no longer a god...
a simple blind Fremen wanders alone
into the desert to die.
They say he has gone on a journey...
into the land where men walk
without footprints.
He will not be found...
yet all men will find him.
I wonder if that's what he wanted.
I need you, Duncan,
more than ever.
Stay with me.History is written
on the sands of Arrakis.
Muad'Dib is gone...
but his children remain--
almost grown...
and about to face the consequences
of their father's legacy...
a legacy fiercely guarded
by their aunt, Alia...
even as she struggles with the ominous
destiny of her own birthright.
Here I am.
Here I remain.
The Golden Path.
The path I couldn't take.
It's up to