succeeds, there
is still the sister to contend with.
We must be prepared with other means
to diminish the Atreides' power.
You want to bring a worm here?
Salusa Sucundus might prove hospitable
to the great worms of Arrakis.
If they thrived,
a new spice cycle could begin.
And?
Atreides monopoly would be broken.
Plans within plans.
If Muad'dib ever suspected
such a gambit...
he would smash this planet
and the Corrino name into oblivion.
We're already in oblivion.
Kidnap a worm from Arrakis.
The spice must flow.
Get out of the way!
Get out of the way!
The doctors say her metabolism
has accelerated.
The pregnancy is proceeding
faster than normal.
It will be a dangerous birth.
Beloved. I'm sorry.
I've distracted you.
If only you could
distract me forever.
My body's confusing me, Muad'dib.
My life burns faster.
I'm so hungry, always hungry.
Make arrangements, Stil. We leave
for the sietch as soon as possible.
The baby will be born there.
Inform my sister.
- How long have you been there?
- Long enough.
Are you sick, my lady?
You don't know what it's like
to hunt the future.
You've taken spice. Too much.
My brother needs me, Duncan,
and my vision is incomplete.
I need to remember.
I need to remember the future.
- I'm going to summon doctors.
- No. No.
Don't leave me.
I just need to--
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