Date created: April 2010
Release date 1973
Duration 13 min
Director(s) John Knoop...more
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, and very soon, the years of humiliation visited upon my family will finally be avenged.
Mah'Di! You are the voice from the outer world! You are the prophet sent to us by Shai Hulud! You must take your place, Muad Dib. You must do it now! We've waited long enough.
Do you live for the good of the tribe, Stilgar?
There is no other way.
And for the good of the tribe would you let me stab this knife into your heart?
It is the way! Call him out!
It is the way, Muad Dib!
Ways change! [Paul throws the knife to the ground at Otheym's feet]
[looking up angrily] Hard tasks need hard rules. You must become our Naibe so you can lead us against the Harkonnen!
And would you smash your knife before going into battle? Would you cut off your arm and leave it bloody on the floor?
Do you think the Mah'Di is that stupid? There isn't one among you who could survive against me in combat, Stilgar included. Must I continue to prove it just for the sake of some mindless ritual? Must I cripple myself and you by killing off some of our wisest leaders? You say I am the Mah'Di... [Paul puts on his father's ring]
I say I am your Duke! And it's time now to march against the Harkonnen! Time to drive their name back into the depths of Hell so that we may reclaim the planet and build a paradise together!
As Liet taught us.
As Liet taught us.
Long live the Duke! Long live Duke Paul Muad Dib!
My family has hated the Atreides for centuries. They have been the sand in our eyes, the stink at our meals, these arrogant Atreides, always standing in our way. I want Leto to appreciate the beauty of what I've done to him. I want him to know that I, Baron Vladimir Harkonnen, am the instrument of his family's demise. The extinction of House Atreides and the glorious ascension of House Harkonnen.
You see her standing 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, but it is we, the ones who carry the name concubine, that history will call wives.