But it will be suicide.
I think we both know the way out
of this difficulty, don't we?
-Paul.
-Do not interfere, Mother.
This is for the good of us all.
Never.
An adventurer like him.
A traitor to the Empire.
Father, here is a man fit to be your son.
Do you really think
I'd agree to such a thing?
What choice do we have?
Kanly.
I invoke kanly.
Which one is that?
The Baron's other nephew, my Lord.
Feyd.
A cold-blooded killer.
So it comes down to this.
It is my right...
...as the Baron now of House Harkonnen,
I demand satisfaction.
So you're what's left of the house
that killed my father.
It's down to us.
Here we settle this vendetta
once and for all.
He's a Harkonnen animal, Muad'dib.
He's right, Milord.
Let me kill him.
It will be my gift to you.
Is the great Muad'dib such a coward
that he sends others to do his dirty work?
Otheym.
Does this one fight in the Emperor's name?
If Feyd wishes it, he will meet you
with my blade in his hand.
I wish it!
May thy knife chip and shatter.
Paul, don't do it.
Would you like the Emperor's truthsayer
to prepare your spirit for its journey?
Or have you gone too native?
Maybe you'd like that little pet up there,
the pretty one...
...to say a few pagan rites?
Before I claim her.
I am not afraid.
Nothing to say, Atreides?
Perhaps you'll answer this.
So you see, Atreides?
Your death, fool.
The poison will stop your muscles,
and my knife will finish you.
It's over...
...Cousin.
Irulan.
You cannot stop this thing.
The spice must flow.
You see herstanding there,
so haughty, so confident.
Let us hope she finds solace
in her writing and her books.
She'll have little else.
She may have my son's name,
butitis we...
...the ones who carry
the name of concubine...
...that history will call "wives."