why I shouldn't kill you right here.
My brother.
Yes.
That's right.
Your dim brother.
If I kill you, then he would be my only heir.
He can't even put down
a dirty mob of religious lunatics.
Yes, you're clever, Feyd.
But not that clever.
And don't get any ideas, Feyd.
My men have you in their sights
even as we speak.
Don't worry.
If I'd wanted you dead
you'd never have made it down the hall.
You're going to let me live?
I can't very well leave the wealth of Arrakis
to someone who's dead.
What wealth?
Every communiquй brings news
of another Fremen raid.
By the time my idiot of a brother
is through...
...the Emperor himself
will have to intervene.
You're not as dim as I thought.
You intend to draw the Emperor himself
into this?
You see, this is why you need me, Feyd...
...to help you think, to help you plot.
Why do you think I tolerate
the incompetence of your brother?
Because it amuses me?
Think, Feyd. Think.
There is method to this madness, even
though you've been too dull to divine it.
The spice.
Of course the spice.
The one thing that could possibly draw
the Emperor away...
...from his imperial pleasures,
out into the wastelands of the Empire...
...where he is vulnerable,
where he can be destroyed.
And Duke Leto was just the beginning,
the prelude to a move...
...on the imperial throne itself.
But timing is everything, beautiful boy.
Patience is our ally.
We must not make the Emperor suspicious
with foolishness like this.
So, what will it be?
I give you my pledge.
Good.
Now let the Emperor mock
House Harkonnen, call us swine...
...because in the end,
his throne will be mine.
That's it Hannah.
Good.
Good, Hannah.
Another healthy fighter for the cause.
Alia, you were told to wait.
He looks like Mitha's son.
How can you know that, child?
The slaughter on Bela Tegeuse is history.
You weren't even born.
But, Mother, I saw it, and it's true.
Yes, it's true.
I hate them.
Alia.
They stare at me.
They whisper when I pass.
It hurts my feelings.
They're confused, Alia.
You frighten them.
Because I'm a freak.
You're not a freak. Who has said that?
No one.
Then don't you ever say it again.
My children are not freaks.
But I can't help it.
I just know things,
things I shouldn't know, but I just do.
It was a cruel thing I did to you, Alia.
I took the Water of Life
when you were still in my womb.
No one should ever be wakened
to consciousness as you were.
But we'll make them understand, Alia.
We'll make them see
that you're not just a little girl...
...that you've never really been one.
I want my brother.
What is it?
He came to challenge you in open combat.
You killed him?
I took care of it.
But he came to challenge me.
He wasn't worthy, Muad'dib.
Otheym, get Stilgar.
Tell him to summon the Maker.
There is only one way
to stop these challenges.
You know what this will mean,
between you and Stil.
The men will want you to call him out.
Only if I survive the Maker.
Just remember what I've taught you.
Do it simply and directly.
-Nothing fancy.
-I'll remember.
Stand close enough that you can mount
when he passes.
-Not so close that he'll crush you.
-I'll remember.
You will hear him before you see him.
When you take your stand,
you must become completely still.
You must become a dune
in your very essence.
Stil.
I'll remember.
See that you do.
Fremen ride the worm
by the time they are 12.
I don't want an old man like you
shaming my teaching.
He won't fail.
I must not fear.
Fear is the mind killer.
I will face my fear.
I will let it pass through me.
Only I will remain.
He is too close.
He's not leaving enough room.
I can second him.
It's allowed, even in the test.
No.
He must do this alone.
He is turning it.
He is turning it!
Take positions!
It is our turn now, Muad'dib.
You and me.
I don't think I've ever seen one that big.
Look, there.
Spice.
We've never come so far south.
The Fremen would never