Frank Herbert's Dune

Arrakis.

Dune.

Wasteland of the Empire...

...and the most valuable planet in the universe...

...because it is here, and only here, where spice is found.

The spice.

Without it, there is no commerce in the Empire.

There is no civilization.

Arrakis.

Dune.

Home of the spice.

Greatest treasure in the universe.

And he who controls it, controls our destiny.

Father!

Mentat engineers, please report to fusion plants.

Life support technicians, prepare for departure.

This move to Arrakis comes at a delicate moment for House Atreides.

A test of your father's loyalty to the Emperor.

You must remember, Paul...

...our society is a tangled web of competing forces.

Our civilization rests upon a political tripod...

...a most unstable of structures.

A deceptive balance of power exists between the Emperor...

...the Congress of Royal Houses, and the supposedly impartial Spacing Guild...

...with its invulnerable monopoly on interstellar transport.

Complicated by a feudal trading culture that turns its...

Dr. Yueh would be disappointed.

Then he'd know how I feel.

Attention.

Departure from Caladan airspace, 0-10:00.

It's never easy leaving one's home, Paul.

Think of this as a new adventure, the adventure of a lifetime.

You call this an adventure:

Leaving our home for some dry speck of dust in the middle of nowhere?

You're a duke's son.

You have duties, responsibilities.

How could I ever forget?

Every day I have to eat responsibility for breakfast and duty for dinner.

Sarcasm doesn't become you.

I just want to see my father.

So do I.

Attention.

Departure from Caladan airspace, 0-10:00.

All Atreides personnel, please prepare for departure.

The Reverend Mother has arrived.

She wants to see you, before we depart for Arrakis.

You have given him your face, Jessica.

But the father has given him his eyes.

And his courage.

We shall see.

Come here, boy.

Let me have a better look at you.

If you know what's good for you, you'll do as I say.

I'll be the judge of what's good for me.

Your mother has taught you many things, I see.

She tells me you dream.

Your Reverence...

- ...if I could... - You're dismissed, Jessica.

Since when is it permitted to treat the Lady Jessica as a common servant?

She was a common servant.

My servant.

And a good one, too...

...until she was 16, and your father took her.

Now, I would like to hear about your dreams.

They're just dreams.

About what?

Why don't you tell me?

Do you know what this is?

It is a test, young Atreides.

A test for what?

Put your hand inside, and we'll see.

What's in it?

Pain.

I hold the Gom Jabbar at your throat, young Atreides.

Keep your hand in the box and live.

Remove it and die.

I must not fear. Fear is the mind killer.

That's right, boy.

Pray.

I will face my fear, I will let it pass through me.

And when the fear is gone, there will be nothing. Only I will remain.

No woman, child, ever withstood that much pain.

You are a gifted boy, young Atreides...

...but you have much to learn.

He survived.

You should've warned me.

She was forbidden.

I'm sorry.

Paul.

You were supposed to have a daughter.

You have hopelessly complicated matters.

An Atreides daughter could've been wed to the Harkonnen heir.

The feud between the houses could've been ended.

My duke wanted a son.

You arrogant girl.

Putting his desires above our interests.

How dare you turn your back on the centuries of our breeding programs.

I'll pay for my mistakes.

And your son will pay it with you.

We'll do what we can.

He may be worth saving...

...but for the father, nothing.

Good thing you don't play your baliset as badly as you fight, Gurney-man.

It's too bad Duncan isn't here.

- Then I could get a real workout. - Now you've done it.

Whoa, Gurney-man.

Never submit to anger.

Fast on defense, slow on the attack.

You forgot your first principle, Gurney.

Not likely.

Look down, lad.

Perhaps you'd like to sing soprano next time I play.

Guess I'm just not in the mood today.

Not in the mood?

Mood is a thing for cattle and women, young pup.

Mood is not for fighting.

Even with the Weirding ways your mother teaches you.

It's that old Bene Gesserit witch.

Something she said...

...or did.

The navigator is arriving.

Spacing Guild shuttle N-117 arriving central transportpart.

This zone is now restricted.

We'll be on our way to Arrakis soon.

It is said that they depend on the spice...

...and that without it, they can't navigate.

It is said.

They used to be human, didn't they?

Until the spice changed them.

I don't think anyone knows for sure.

I've never seen one.

No one has.

It's forbidden, Paul.

So don't endanger our shipping privileges trying.

All non-Guild personnel, please secure quarters.

Will Arrakis be as bad as they say, Thufir?

The storms, perhaps.

They can eat the flesh off your bones as you stand.

The only thing that doesn't fear an Arrakis storm is the giant worm.

It's not worms I worry about.

Your father is a formidable man, Paul.

Even the Emperor fears him.

I'd sooner cast my fate with him than trust anything...

...some Bene Gesserit hag said.

Why do you hate them?

The Bene Gesserits?

I don't hate them.

I don't trust them.

I am a Mentat.

I trust logic and statistics, not mysticism and prophecy.

Attention. All Atreides personnel, restriction to quarters now in effect.

Please prepare for departure.

Spacing Guild navigator docking central transport part. This zone is restricted.

Repeat.

Spacing Guild navigator docking central transport part. This zone is restricted.

And so it begins.

The trap is set, the prey approaches.

A glorious winter is about to descend on House Atreides and all its heirs.

The centuries of humiliation, visited upon my family...

...will finally be avenged.

But Arrakis was mine!

Shut up, Rabban.

I did what you said, Uncle.

I made the people cower.

I crushed that vile planet.

He said "squeeze", brother, not "crush".

Rabban aspires to rule House Harkonnen one day, Feyd.

And yet he can't even rule himself.

Explain our plan, Mentat.

The plan is elegant and vicious, dear Baron.

Of course it is.

I designed it.

In order for the Empire to survive, the spice must flow.

But the production has become inconsistent.

In his wisdom, the Emperor decided only one man is honest enough...

...and loyal enough to be trusted with restoring the spice production adequately.

Duke Leto Atreides.

Temporarily interrupting 80 years of Harkonnen rule...

...and all the profits that go with it.

I said "temporarily", you moron.

It doesn't take long for Duke Leto to believe he has Arrakis...

...firmly under control.

And then, at the moment of his greatest confidence...

The traitor strikes.

A traitor? Who?

That remains my little secret for now.

What about the other great houses? They're sure to protest.

Perverting common wisdom, Nephew, is a mark of all great conspiracies.

You see, Nephews, a popular man arouses jealousy...

...and Duke Leto is a very popular man.

The other great houses will be glad to get rid of him...

...even though they would never admit it.

The spice...

...will flow.

The Emperor will be pleased and House Harkonnen...

...will be more powerful than ever.

Alone and vulnerable, at the edge of the universe...

...valiant Duke Leto will finally come face to face with fear.

When I'm through, he won't know who to trust...

...not even that Bene Gesserit witch he sleeps with.