Dune

A beginning is a very delicate time.

Know then, that it is the year 10191.

The Known Universe is

ruled by the Padisha Emperor Shaddam IV,

my father.

In this time, the most precious substance in the Universe

is the spice melange.

The spice extends life.

The spice expands consciousness.

The spice is vital to space travel.

The Spacing Guild and its navigators,

who the spice has mutated over 4,000 years,

use the orange spice gas,

which gives them the ability to fold space.

That is,

travel to any part of the Universe without moving.

Oh, yes. I forgot to tell you.

The spice exists

on only one planet in the entire Universe.

A desolate, dry planet with vast deserts.

Hidden away within the rocks of these deserts

are a people known as the Fremen,

who have long held a prophecy,

that a man would come,

a messiah, who would lead them to true freedom.

The planet is Arrakis.

Also known as Dune.

A secret report within the Guild.

Four planets have come to our attention

regarding a plot which could jeopardize spice production.

Planet Arrakis, source of the Spice.

Planet Caladan, home of House Atreides.

Planet Giedi Prime, home of House Harkonnen.

Planet Kaitain,

home of the Emperor of the Known Universe.

Send a third-stage Guild Navigator to Kaitain

to demand details from the Emperor.

The spice must flow.

Father?

Irulan, you must leave.

A third-stage Guild Navigator will be here within minutes.

We felt his presence.

I shall want telepathy during his visit

and a report when we're finished.

I am your Truthsayer, my lord.

He's here, my lord.

The Bene Gesserit witch must leave.

Leave us.

Yes, my lord.

We are alone.

We have just folded space from Ix.

Yes?

How was your journey?

Many machines on Ix.

New machines.

Oh?

Yes.

Better than those on Richese.

You are transparent.

I see many things.

I see plans within plans.

I see two great houses,

House Atreides, House Harkonnen feuding.

I see you behind it.

Yes.

You must share with us.

The Atreides House is building a secret army

using a technique unknown to us.

A technique involving sound.

The Duke is becoming more popular in the Landsraad.

He could threaten me.

I have ordered House Atreides

to occupy Arrakis to mine the spice,

thus replacing their enemies, the Harkonnens.

House Atreides will not refuse

because of the tremendous power they think they will gain.

Then, at an appointed time,

Baron Harkonnen will return to Arrakis

and launch a sneak attack on House Atreides.

I have promised the baron

five legions of my Sardaukar terror troops.

So the Harkonnens will rid you of House Atreides.

Yes.

One small point.

Here it comes.

We, ourselves, foresee a slight problem

within House Atreides.

Paul. Paul Atreides.

You mean, of course, Duke Leto Atreides, his father?

I mean Paul Atreides.

We want him killed.

I did not say this.

I am not here.

I understand.

Why would they want the Duke's son killed?

We must have a look at Paul Atreides.

On Caladan.

The powerful Bene Gesserit sisterhood,

for 90 generations,

has been manipulating bloodlines

to produce the Kwisatz Haderach.

A super being.

On Caladan, Jessica,

a member of the sisterhood

and the bound concubine of Duke Leto Atreides

had been ordered to bear only daughters.

Because of her love for the Duke,

she disobeyed and gave birth to a son.

Paul. Paul Atreides.

Here we are now. Caladan.

And 19 light-years beyond.

Beyond Bene Tleilax.

The training planet of the Mentats,

the human computers.

Know a Mentat by his red-stained lips.

There, Arrakis.

Spice Mining.

Carryalls lower the harvester to the sand,

and lift it off to safety when a worm attacks.

Worms attack all rhythmic vibrations.

Weather. See storms'. No Precipitation.

Never one drop of rain on Arrakis.

And the Harkonnens are near. There.

Giedi Prime and the Baron Harkonnen.

The enemy.

The Baron Harkonnen has sworn to destroy House Atreides,

and steal the ducal signet ring for himself.

I know, Thufir, I'm sitting with my back to the door.

I heard you, Doctor Yueh,

and Gurney coming down the hall.

Those sounds

could be imitated!

I'd know the difference.

Yes. Perhaps he would at that.

My father sent you to test me.

Music, then?

No music.

I'm packing this for the crossing.

Shield practice.

Shield practice?

Gurney, we had practice this morning.

I'm not in the mood.

Not in the mood?

Mood's a thing for cattle and love play.

Not fighting!

I'm sorry, Gurney.

Not sorry enough.

What's wrong with Gurney?

He's not faking this.

Now, guard yourself for true!

Is this what you seek?

Good.

The slow blade penetrates the shield.

But, uh, look down.

We'd have joined each other in death.

You did seem finally to get in the mood.

Would you really have drawn my blood?

If you'd have fought one whit below your abilities,

I'd have given you a good scar to remind you.

Things have been so serious here lately.

Soon we'll leave for Arrakis.

Arrakis is real.

The Harkonnens are real.

Doctor Yueh.

Do you have any information on the worms of Arrakis?

I've obtained a filmbook of a small specimen.

Only 125 meters long.

Only?

There have been documented sightings of worms

as large as 450 meters in the deep desert.

That's far from where we'll be in Arrakeen.

The desert belt and the south polar region

are marked forbidden.

How do the Fremen survive there?

We don't know much about the Fremen.

They live in the deep desert, some of them in the cities.

They have blue-within-blue eyes.

The eyes.

Yes.

Saturation of the blood by the spice melange.

Could the spice affect us in other ways?

Many dangers exist on Arrakis.

For one,

the Harkonnens would not have

given up their CHOAM Company contract so easily.

The Harkonnens are our enemies, yes.

But behind them, I suspect, is the Emperor.

You'll make a formidable duke.

Now, remember,

the first step in avoiding a trap

is knowing of its existence.

I know, but if it is a trap

then why are we going?

We have our new army.

Doctor Yueh,

put the weirding module on him.

Well.

Clear and lock the room!

Detachment, stand down.

Activate a fighter.