have something more important
for you to do.
I want you to go into the desert.
The Fremen?
I'm getting reports of hundreds,
perhaps thousands, in villages...
...what they call "sietches."
In the deep desert.
Beyond the mountains.
The Harkonnen sneered
at the desert people.
Hunted them for sport.
-I doubt they'll expect any better from us.
-Then we have to change that.
We're going to need allies here, Duncan.
I want you to seek out their leader...
...this Liet I keep hearing about.
A phantom.
He may not even exist.
He could even be many different men.
Find out.
Negotiate patience so I can demonstrate
our good intentions with deeds.
If I'm lucky, they will judge all of us by you.
You honour me, sir.
I am endangering you and I know it...
...but you're the only one
I can trust with this.
That's a dusty little garrison town.
A testament of the harsh climate
of the place.
What's he doing?
Water seller, Milady.
You need never bother
with the likes of them.
The cistern at the palace
holds 50,000 gallons...
...and it's always kept full.
What's wrong with their eyes?
Those are Fremen, desert people.
It's the spice.
It's everywhere: the air, the food.
By the time a Fremen child is 12
his eyes have turned completely blue.
Guards everywhere.
We didn't have to live like this on Caladan.
Family apartments are in the west wing.
The furniture is being brought up.
What is this for?
An old custom, I'm told.
Guests ceremoniously splash water
on the floor after washing their hands.
They save the squeezings.
Demeaning custom.
Idaho has prepared for us well, Milord.
Duncan?
Where is Duncan? Can I see him?
I have him occupied on official business
for the moment.
You must be patient.
I've assembled the general staff,
as you requested.
No, don't take it up there.
I want the coat of arms to hang here.
The first thing visitors must see.
This is House Atreides now.
We are not like the Harkonnen.
You will be treated here with respect.
From now on,
we speak the lady's language at all times.
The Shadout Mapes, Milady,
head of household staff.
Mapes, show Milady our apartments.
Make sure she has everything she needs.
I'll join you after the briefing.
This way, Milady.
Come, Paul.
The men are waiting.
Me?
Right now?
It's time you participated.
I've had the girls sandscrub these walls
to within a millimetre of their frames.
The Harkonnen stench is finally gone.
Built by off-worlders many years ago.
A chapel for the memories of what
they left behind when they came here.
A thousand people
could survive a year on the water...
...it takes to keep this place a month.
And a Harkonnen
never let us forget it, Milady.
Your name, Shadout,
it means "well-dipper," doesn't it?
I was raised in the desert sietches,
Noble-born.
Refer to me as Milady, Mapes.
I'm not noble-born.
I am the bound concubine of the duke.
There is no wife?
I'm his only companion,
the mother of his son.
You are Bene Gesserit.
Yes, I know the ancient tongues.
I'm trained in the ancient ways.
This place is precious.
It should be protected.
Tell the people, Mapes,
this place belongs to them now.
As long as we rule here...
...the Atreides family
will keep it in trust for them.
Stay there.
Give them back their money.
Go on.
It is a custom, Milady.
This custom stops now.
Do as I said.
Do as I said.
Water will never again be sold
at the Atreides' door.
At the end of every meal,
any person who calls at this door...
...may receive a full cup, free.
Is it possible?
Could it be possible
that she brings the Mahdi?
The thing must take its course.
What about the mining accounts?
The Harkonnen spice operation took...
...10 billion solaris out of here every year.
Now, does anyone here still think that the
Harkonnen have just packed up and left?
Gurney, I want you to make contact...
...with the smugglers
operating in the deep desert.
Tell them that we'll ignore
what they're doing