Majesty.
But then, who would mine the spice?
It's a terrible dilemma.
Do you have any idea
where this Muad'dib character came from?
What he wants? What his price is?
He's a Fremen fanatic,
a religious adventurer.
They crop up regularly
on the fringes of civilisation.
Your Majesty knows this.
Most seem simply bent on suicide.
Have you ever stared into the eyes
of a religious fanatic, Baron?
Suicide and martyrdom
are often the same thing.
It's a dangerous game he's playing.
This rebellion must be crushed. Now.
We agree.
Something must be done,
although we may not suggest...
...what that is, of course.
We cannot move on House Harkonnen
unilaterally, Majesty.
There are complications in our relationship.
It's time to draw this Muad'dib
into the open.
Have the royal houses
prepare their armies.
We're moving the royal palace to Arrakis,
with the Guild's approval, of course.
They expect you to call Stilgar out.
No man recognises leadership
without the challenge of combat.
Now that I've ridden the worm,
they think there's nothing else in our way.
Is there?
A man in a rush never sees
the edge of the cliff until it's too late.
They don't see any cliffs.
You don't allow them to.
They have a simple religion.
Nothing about religion is simple.
-Isn't it late to be worrying about that?
-We did--
I did what I had to do
to ensure our survival.
-You used them.
-Yes.
-So have you.
-No.
I'm fulfilling the role
destiny has chosen for me.
You sound like you believe
the legends about you.
Like the Kwisatz Haderach?
What do you know about that?
Mother Ramallo called me that...
...at Sietch Tabr, before she died.
I was supposed to have a daughter.
One that could be wed
to the Harkonnen heir.
A way to end the feud and possibly
produce the Kwisatz Haderach.
The one who can be many places at once.
The ultimate achievement
of centuries of Bene Gesserit breeding.
The man who could go
where we could not.
The one with perfect memory,
who could provide perfect predictability.
And perfect power
for the Bene Gesserit, of course.
I did what I did because I loved your father.
I only wanted to give him a son.
I didn't want to create a god.
-Then you don't believe it's true?
-I'm your mother, Paul.
-I know who you are.
-Do you?
Forgive me, Reverend Mother.
Can I bring you anything?
Some food, perhaps?
Yes, thank you.
And then I'd like to see Gurney.
You must find a way not to lose Stilgar.
Come, Otheym.
Thought you'd escaped, witch?
-Gurney, what are you doing?
-I'm your confessor.
Take your hands off me.
Here to unburden your black conscience
of guilt before I send you into eternity.
Gurney!
One more step, Milord,
and I'll finish it right now.
You better explain yourself, Gurney.
I'll explain all right.
The day the House Atreides fell,
I swore an oath I would kill the one...
...who betrayed your father.
-You couldn't be more wrong, Gurney.
-Do not speak.
-Gurney.
-Stand where you are, Milord.
Am I capable of lying to you?
You never have, Milord.
The traitor was Yueh, Gurney.
No.
We have the confession in his own hand.
And as soon as you release my mother,
you can read it for yourself.
Look me in the eye
and tell me it wasn't you.
I will know if you are lying.
I will know.
I would've given my life to save Leto.
The day he died, my heart turned to stone.
It was Yueh.
They had his wife.
My God, what have I done?
My God.
Be still, Gurney, it's over now.
I didn't see it coming.
You need to rest, Muad'dib.
I didn't know he would threaten her.
I never saw it.
He could've killed her.
This can't go on.
You are asking too much of yourself.
I want you to take Leto
and return to the southern sietch.
I want you safe.
I'm safest when we are together.
But I'm not.
Muad'dib!
He's alive.
I assure you, he's alive.
But the thread of life is so thin,
most think he's not.
-How long has he been this way?
-Almost to the day you left.
Otheym found him.