A beginning is a very delicate time.Know then that it is the year 10,191. The Known Universe is ruled by the Padishah 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 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.
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 daughers. Because of her love for the Duke, she disobeyed, and gave birth to a son. Paul...Paul Atreides.
House Atreides took control of Arrakis 63 standard days into the year 10,191. It was known that the Harkonnens, the former rulers of Arrakis, would leave many suicide troops behind. Atreides patrols were doubled.
Thank you for joining me, Paul. Thufir Hawat has served House Atreides for three generations. He swears you are the finest student he has ever taught. Yueh, Gurney and Duncan say the same. It makes me feel very proud.
I'll miss the sea, but a person needs new experiences. They jar something deep inside, allowing him to grow. Without change something sleeps inside us, and seldom awakens. The sleeper must awaken.
As House Atreides prepares to leave Caladan for Arrakis
[voiceover] Jessica, what is wrong? Forgive me, my beloved concubine. I should have married you. Why hold a dream to ascend to a throne through a political marriage? I should have married you.
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 Sardukar terror troops.
I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me.
Reciting a Bene Gesserit mantra
Remember: Walk without rhythm and we won't attract the worm. It will go to the thumper.
To his mother, as they try to reach safety of rock outcrops in the desert.
This is part of the weirding way that we will teach you. Some thoughts have a certain sound, that being equivalent to a form. Through sound and motion, you will be able to paralyze nerves, shatter bones, set fires, suffocate an enemy or burst his organs. We will kill until no Harkonnen breathes Arrakeen air.
It is by will alone I set my mind in motion. It is by the juice of Sapho that thoughts acquire speed, the lips acquire stains, the stains become a warning. It is by will alone I set my mind in motion.
The Mentat Mantra, recited by Piter De Vries
Feyd, Rabban, go quietly. No other great house of the Landsraad must ever know of the Emperor's aid to the Baron. The entire Landsraad would turn against the Baron and the Emperor.
Piter De Vries
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...
A member of the Spacing Guild, from a special report within the Guild
Reverend Mother Gaius Helen Mohiam: I hold at your neck the gom jabbar. This one kills only animals.
Paul Atreides: Are you suggesting the Duke's son is an animal?
Reverend Mother: Let us say I suggest you may be human. Your awareness may be powerful enough to control your instincts. Your instinct would be to remove your hand from the box. If you do so, you die. You will feel... an itching... there! Now, the itching becomes burning. Heat upon heat upon heat.
Paul: It burns!
Reverend Mother: Silence! SILENCE!!
Reverend Mother Gaius Helen Mohiam: Many men have tried.
Baron Vladimir Harkonnen: I will have Arrakis back for myself! He who controls the spice controls the universe, and what Piter did not tell you is we have control of someone who is very close — very close! — to Duke Leto. This person — this traitor — will be worth more to us than ten legions of Sardaukar!
Feyd-Rautha: And who is this traitor?
Baron: I won't tell you who the traitor is, or when we'll attack. However, the Duke will die before these eyes and he'll know — he'll know! — that it is I, Baron Vladimir Harkonnen, who encompasses his doom!
Dr. Wellington Yueh: I sabotaged the house generators. We are wide open! I've destroyed the new army's weirding modules. I've brought House Atreides down.
Duke Leto Atreides: Why?
Yueh: I wish to kill a man. Not you, my dear Duke. You are already dead. But you will get close to the Baron before you die. You will be tied and drugged, but you can still attack. You can still attack! When you see the Baron, you will have a new poison gas tooth. He'll want you close so he can gloat over you. One bite on this tooth, and a strong exhale...
Yueh: No! You mustn't! Because in return, I'll save the lives of your Paul and Jessica. (Yueh removes the Ducal signet ring from his finger) For Paul. (Yueh then takes out the Duke's organic tooth and replaces it with a poison gas capsule in his tooth) When you see the Baron, remember the tooth, the tooth, (echo) the tooth.
Paul Atreides: What do you call the mouse shadow on the second moon?
Stilgar: We call that one Muad'Dib.
Paul: Could I be known as Paul Muad'Dib?
Stilgar: You are Paul Muad'Dib, and your mother shall be a Sayyadina among us... We welcome you.
Paul: [thinks] The dream unfolds.
Paul Atreides: You've no need for your weapons with me, Gurney Halleck.
[Paul shows him the signet ring on his fingers. Gurney moves forward, his eyes tearing, and the two embrace each other and pound each other on the back.]
Gurney: You young pup! You young pup! (At the same time) Paul Atreides: Gurney-man! Gurney!
Spacing Guildsman: Emperor Shaddam IV, you have one last chance to take matters into your own hands and bring the situation under control on Arrakis.
Padishah Emperor Shaddam IV: What do you mean, one last—
Spacing Guildsman: Do not speak! Listen! You do not have more than this one chance! I represent the entire Guild in this matter! Our navigators warn you that spice production is in greatdanger! A new Fremen leader, Muad'dib, has stopped spice mining on Arrakis! Our navigators suggest he is not of Arrakis. No one on the outside world has been able to see him. We do not know who he is. The Harkonnens cannot stop him. Remedy the situation! Restore spice production, or you will live out your life in a pain amplifier!
Muad'Dib: Gurney, when the storm hits, set off the atomics. I want an opening through the entire Shield Wall. Stilgar, do we have wormsign?
Stilgar: Usul, we have wormsign the likes of which even God has never seen.
Padishah Emperor Shaddam IV: Why have you brought me here?
Baron Vladimir Harkonnen: Your Highness, there must be some mistake. I never requested your presence.
Emperor: Ah, but your lack of action demanded it. Your dreadful mismanagement, your badjudgment in assigning to Rabban the governorship! You have forced me to come here and set things straight personally!
Alia Atreides: I am a messenger from Muad'Dib. Poor Emperor. I'm afraid my brother won't be very pleased with you.