Serendipity

 Origin and history of serendipity

serendipity (n.)

"faculty of making happy and unexpected discoveries," a rare word before 20c., coined by Horace Walpole in a letter to Horace Mann that is dated Jan. 28, 1754, but which apparently was not published until 1833.

Walpole said he formed the word from the Persian fairy tale "The Three Princes of Serendip" (an English version was published in 1722) whose heroes "were always making discoveries, by accidents and sagacity, of things they were not in quest of" [Walpole].

Serendip (also Serendib), attested by 1708 in English, is an old name for Ceylon (modern Sri Lanka), from Arabic Sarandib, from Sanskrit Simhaladvipa "Dwelling-Place-of-Lions Island."

Attention was called to the word in an article in The Saturday Review of June 16, 1877 ["An ungrateful world has probably almost forgotten Horace Walpole's attempt to enrich the English language with the term "Serendipity." etc.]; it begins to turn up in publication 1890s but still is not in Century Dictionary in 1902.

also from 20c.

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Sri Lanka

large island southeast of India (known in English before 1972 as Ceylon), from Lanka, older name for the island and its chief city, + Sanskrit sri "beauty" (used especially of divinities, kings, heroes, etc.), also an honorific prefix to proper names, from PIE root *kreie- "to be outstanding, brilliant, masterly, beautiful," found in Greek (kreon "lord, master") and Indo-Iranian. Related: Sri Lankan.

serendipitous(adj.)

of discoveries, etc., "made or done by happy accident, unexpected," 1914; see serendipity + -ous. Related: Serendipitously.

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fluke

"flat end of an arm of an anchor," 1560s, perhaps from fluke (n.3) "flatfish," on resemblance of shape, or from Low German flügel "wing." Transferred meaning "whale's tail" (in plural, flukes) is by 1725, so called from resemblance...."lucky stroke, chance hit," 1857, also flook,

chief

c. 1300, "highest in rank or power; most important or prominent; supreme, best, placed above the rest," from Old French chief "chief, principal, first" (10c., Modern French chef), from Vulgar Latin *capum (source also of Spanish and Portuguese cabo, Italian capo, Provençal cap),

control

early 15c., countrollen, "check the accuracy of, verify; regulate," from Anglo-French contreroller "exert authority," from Medieval Latin contrarotulus "a counter, register," from Latin contra "against" (see contra) + rotulus, diminutive of rota "wheel" (see roll (n.)). The word

prayer

c. 1300, preiere, "earnest request, entreaty, petition," also "the practice of praying or of communing with God," from Old French prier "prayer, petition, request" (12c., Modern French prière), from Medieval Latin precaria "petition, prayer," noun use of Latin adjective precaria,

quell

Middle English quellen "to kill" (a person or animal), from Old English cwellan "to kill, cause to die; murder, execute," from Proto-Germanic *kwaljanan (source also of Old English cwelan "to die," cwalu "violent death;" Old Saxon quellian "to torture, kill;" Old Norse kvelja "to

case

early 13c., "what befalls one; state of affairs," from Old French cas "an event, happening, situation, quarrel, trial," from Latin casus "a chance, occasion, opportunity; accident, mishap," literally "a falling," from cas-, past-participle stem of cadere "to fall, sink, settle do

handsome

c. 1400, handsom "easy to handle, ready at hand," from hand (n.) + -some (1). Sense extended to "fit, appropriate" (1550s, implied in handsomely), then "having fine form, good-looking, agreeable to the eye" (1580s). Meaning "generous, on a liberal scale" (of rewards, etc.) first

guild

also gild, early 13c., yilde (spelling later influenced by Old Norse gildi "guild, brotherhood"), a semantic fusion of Old English gegield "guild, brotherhood," and gield "service, offering; payment, tribute; compensation," from Proto-Germanic *geldja- "payment, contribution" (so

horizon

late 14c., orisoun, from Old French orizon (14c., Modern French horizon), earlier orizonte (13c.), from Latin horizontem (nominative horizon), from Greek horizon (kyklos) "bounding (circle)," from horizein "bound, limit, divide, separate," from horos "boundary, landmark, marking

disdain

mid-14c., desdeinen, "think unworthy or worthless, look upon with contempt," from Old French desdeignier "disdain, scorn, refuse, repudiate" (Modern French dédaigner), from des- "do the opposite of" (see dis-) + deignier "treat as worthy," from Latin dignari "to deem worthy or fi

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Transported for Life to The Colonies

Young Ones   S02EP03   Nasty - Victorian Navy skit0001

MIKE: Guys, guys, I hate to say anything negative, but no. If The Police come 'round, they'll grab hold of our nasties!

NEIL: [protecting crotch with his hands] Oh!

MIKE: The videos!

NEIL: Oh! Have we got a video?

VYVYAN: If anyone else asks that question, I'm going to stick their head through the window!

NEIL: Vyv, have we got a video?

VYVYAN: Right! Come this way Neil!

[walks into the kitchen, rips an entire window, frame and all out of the wall, walks over to Neil 

(INSERT: several frames of a close up of an outdoor faucet, dripping water in a steady stream. Several large white vans are visible in the background, but are out of focus)]

Sideways on!

[Neil complies by turning 90 degrees, and Vyv drops the window over his head]

NEIL: I still don't understand! Does that mean we've got one or not?

VYVYAN: [exasperated] Oh God!NEIL: I'm finding everything really confusing today...

[ZOOM IN: to the still-life poster in the background of the kitchen: "Early Victorian Breakfast Photographs"]

[DISSOLVE TO: the identical scene in real life. An old sailing song played on Accordion can be heard. PAN: to reveal five shabby men on the deck of an old sailing ship, its captain and some crew. Prisoner #1 is a dirty, balding man, missing most of his teeth]

PRISONER #1: [rather eloquently]

Transported for Life to The Colonies, 

and for what? Scum I was to that beak,

nothing but scum. 'Tis for my accent and 

my situation that I am condemned. 

'Tis for the want of better graces and 

The Influence they bring that 

I am to board this prison hulk.

PRISONER #2: .... -- and
all those murders you done.

CAPTAIN: [to a woman who 

was out of view] Aged and 

toothless and bent old crone!

CRONE: How'd you know me name?

CAPTAIN: We wish to engage 

You as Ship's Cook and Concubine.

CRONE: Oh yeah? 

What's A 'Concubine', then?

CAPTAIN: .....It's a small, spiky mammal.

CRONE: No... that's A Hedgehog!

CAPTAIN: In that case, 

We wish to engage You in 

Ship's Cook and Hedgehog.

[A bell is ringing]

PRISONER #1: Hello mate. Say goodbye to merry England. It's ''stralia for us.

PRISONER #2: Quite looking forward, really. Son and daughter went out 'bout six years ago. And I haven't even seen The Baby. Must be nearly four by now.....

[PAN: back to still life, DISSOLVE: back to poster in kitchen, ZOOM out]

NEIL: What? Wow! Oh, too much! Can I have a go at it guys? Please?

MIKE: Alright, alright, so long as you're very careful and you don't break it.

VYVYAN: Because at the moment, Neil, it's in absolute complete working order.

RICK: Yes, yes. So if you happen to press the button and it doesn't work, that means you've broken it and you've got to pay!

MIKE: £500!

NEIL: Anything, anything. [looks at a video tape box] Oh wow! Yeah! [Neil looks at the machine] Well it's not plugged in. [moves to the wall outlet] 

Watson is well aware of both the limits of his abilities and Holmes’s reliance on him

Watson is intelligent, if lacking in Holmes’s insight, and serves as a perfect foil for Holmes : the archetypal late Victorian/Edwardian gentleman against the brilliant, emotionally detached analytical machine. Furthermore, he is considered an excellent doctor and surgeon, especially by Holmes. For instance, in “The Adventure of the Dying Detective”, Holmes creates a ruse that he is deathly ill to lure a suspect to his presence, which must fool Watson as well during its enactment. To that effect, in addition to elaborate makeup and starving himself for a few days for the necessary appearance, Holmes firmly claims to Watson that he is highly contagious to the touch, knowing full well that the doctor would immediately deduce his true medical condition upon examination.

Watson is well aware of both the limits of his abilities and Holmes’s reliance on him :

Holmes was a man of habits... and I had become one of them... a comrade... upon whose nerve he could place some reliance... a whetstone for his mind. I stimulated him... If I irritated him by a certain methodical slowness in my mentality, that irritation served only to make his own flame-like intuitions and impressions flash up the more vividly and swiftly. Such was my humble role in our alliance.

— 

“The Adventure of the Creeping Man”

Watson sometimes attempts to solve crimes on his own, using Holmes’s methods. For example, in The Hound of the Baskervilles, Watson efficiently clears up several of the many mysteries confronting the pair, including Barrymore’s strange candle movements turning out to be signals to his brother-in-law Seldan, and Holmes praises him for his zeal and intelligence. However, because he is not endowed with Holmes’s almost-superhuman ability to focus on the essential details of the case and Holmes’s extraordinary range of recondite, specialised knowledge, Watson meets with limited success in other cases. Holmes summed up the problem that Watson confronted in one memorable rebuke from “A Scandal in Bohemia”: 

“Quite so... you see, but you do not observe.” 

In “The Adventure of the Solitary Cyclist,” Watson’s attempts to assist Holmes’s investigation prove unsuccessful because of his unimaginative approach, for example, asking a London estate agent who lives in a particular country residence. (According to Holmes, what he should have done was “gone to the nearest public house” and listened to the gossip.) Watson is too guileless to be a proper detective. And yet, as Holmes acknowledges, Watson has unexpected depths about him; for example, he has a definite strain of “pawky humour”, as Holmes observes in The Valley of Fear.

Watson never masters Holmes’s deductive methods, but he can be astute enough to follow his friend’s reasoning after the fact. In “The Adventure of the Norwood Builder,” Holmes notes that John Hector McFarlane is “a bachelor, a solicitor, a Freemason, and an asthmatic”. Watson comments as narrator: “Familiar as I was with my friend’s methods, it was not difficult for me to follow his deductions, and to observe the untidiness of attire, the sheaf of legal papers, the watch-charm, and the breathing which had prompted them.” Similar episodes occur in “The Adventure of the Devil’s Foot,” “The Adventure of the Solitary Cyclist,” and “The Adventure of the Resident Patient.” In “The Adventure of the Red Circle”, we find a rare instance in which Watson rather than Holmes correctly deduces a fact of value. In The Hound of the Baskervilles, Watson shows that he has picked up some of Holmes’s skills at dealing with people from whom information is desired. (As he observes to the reader, “I have not lived for years with Sherlock Holmes for nothing.” )

Watson is endowed with a strong sense of Honour. At the beginning of “The Adventure of the Veiled Lodger,” Watson makes strong claims about “the discretion and high sense of professional honour” that govern his work as Holmes’s biographer, but discretion and professional honour do not block Watson from expressing himself and quoting Holmes with remarkable candor on the characters of their antagonists and their clients. Despite Watson’s frequent expressions of admiration and friendship for Holmes, the many stresses and strains of living and working with the detective make themselves evident in Watson’s occasional harshness of character. The most controversial of such matters is Watson’s candour about Holmes’s drug use. Though the use of cocaine was legal and common in Holmes’s era, Watson directly criticizes Holmes’s habits.

Watson is also represented as being very discreet in character. The events related in “The Adventure of the Second Stain” are supposedly very sensitive: “If in telling the story I seem to be somewhat vague in certain details, the public will readily understand that there is an excellent reason for my reticence. It was, then, in a year, and even in a decade, that shall be nameless, that upon one Tuesday morning in autumn we found two visitors of European fame within the walls of our humble room in Baker Street.” Furthermore, in “The Adventure of the Veiled Lodger,” Watson notes that he has “made a slight change of name and place” when presenting that story. Here he is direct about a method of preserving discretion and confidentiality that other scholars have inferred from the stories, with pseudonyms replacing the “real” names of clients, witnesses, and culprits alike and altered place-names replacing the real locations.

Influence

As the first-person narrator of Doyle’s Holmes stories, Watson has inspired the creation of many similar narrator characters. After the appearance of Watson, the use of a “Watsonian narrator”, a character like Watson who has a reason to be close to the detective but cannot follow or understand the detective’s line of investigation, became “a standard feature of the classical detective story”. This type of character has been called “The Watson”.

The Holmes-Watson partnership, consisting of a “brilliant yet flawed detective” and a “humbler but dependable and sympathetic sidekick”, influenced the creation of similar teams in British detective fiction throughout the twentieth century, from detective Hercule Poirot and Poirot’s companion Captain Hastings (created by author Agatha Christie in 1920), to Colin Dexter’s Inspector Morse and Sergeant Lewis, introduced in 1975. Watson also influenced the creation of other fictional narrators, such as Bunny Manders (the sidekick of gentleman thief A. J. Raffles, created by E. W. Hornung in 1898) and the American character Archie Goodwin (the assistant of detective Nero Wolfe, created by Rex Stout in 1934). Author Kodō Nomura modeled his characters Heiji Zenigata and his sidekick Hachigoro on Holmes and Watson.

Microsoft named the debugger in Microsoft Windows “Dr. Watson”.

There are No Shortcuts to Peace

Is Talent about Flow or Grind? 

In this clip, Rory Sutherland unpacks 

The Myth of “effortless genius” — 

from Mozart’s fluency to 

Beethoven’s brute force, and 

Da Vinci’s four-hour 

bursts of brilliance.

He draws a striking line 

between Creative Process 

and Intelligence Strategy, 

showing how the best 

breakthroughs — 

in Art, Advertising 

or Espionage — 

often come OUTSIDE 

of The Process, not 

from within it.

From Tarantino’s poolside scribbles 

to Bletchley Park’s eccentric 

hiring methods, Rory argues that 

Distraction isn’t Procrastination — 

and that forcing Creativity into 

procedural-neatness is a fatal error.

M'Benga is The Butcher of J'Gal + 

He kills Dak'Rah - Star Trek Strange N...

Ambassador Dak'Rah :

I've just been informed that my time on the ship

is being cut short. We don't have as much time 

as I had hoped to get to know one another.

M'BENGA:

-- I'm okay with that.

I don't need to know any

more than I already do.

Now... Please Go Away.

Ambassador Dak'Rah :

I thought that as Victims of

the horrors of J'Gal, that...

M'BENGA:

STOP!

I KNOW why you're here.

You want me to make you feel okay.

To say you've done enough.

Ambassador Dak'Rah :

You misunderstand me.

M'BENGA:

Oh, I understand you,

General Dak'Rah, son of Ra'Ul.

Ambassador Dak'Rah :

....Perhaps you do.

I sense that We are The Same.

You're letting Your Pain cloud your Judgment.

M'BENGA:

Please.

Leave me alone.

Ambassador Dak'Rah :

Don't let hate ruin your soul.

M'BENGA:

You gave The Order!

Anyone not a Klingon

soldier is The Enemy.

You gave the order.

Ambassador Dak'Rah :

Yes, this is true.

But I've been doing the best I can

to make up for my transgressions.

Kiff didn't fight the hardest.

It was Captain Ruh'lis.

He held me back while

you made your escape.

- [BLADE SLICING, STABBING]

- [GRUNTING]

You turned me into a monster.

I told you I was there.

I am the Butcher of J'Gal.

Ambassador Dak'Rah :

No — All of this time...

All of this time, you've said nothing.

You let me take credit.

M'BENGA:

Because, unlike you, I

am ashamed of that night.

I am ashamed of my cowardice.

M'BENGA:

I looked for you.

And now here you are,

using the blood on my hands

to make yourself a saint.

Ambassador Dak'Rah :

I only wanted Starfleet to trust me.

Look at the work that I've done.

People need saints.

They need belief.

If people knew the truth,

my work would be undone.

Your work is built on lies.

You never paid for what you did.

Ambassador Dak'Rah :

When I was at my lowest,

the Federation was there.

I need it, and They need me.

I have a purpose now.

Why did you have to come?

Why couldn't you leave me alone?

Ambassador Dak'Rah :

M'Benga, I'm here to provide healing.

Please, let me have a

chance to help you heal.

M'BENGA:

I said no.

Ambassador Dak'Rah :

Don't be stupid.

M'BENGA [GRUNTING]:

You're a war criminal.

Ambassador Dak'Rah :

Don't you see it?

M'BENGA:

Get your hands off!

Ambassador Dak'Rah :

So selfish a human!

M'BENGA:

Don't!

[EXHALES WEAKLY]

I was there.

Saw the whole thing.

Rah wanted to talk, but Joseph was done.

He told Rah he didn't want to

be involved with a war criminal.

Guess hearing that set him off.

I can't believe he would

do something like this.

COMPUTER:

Commander Kiff, Klingon, deceased.

Captain Ruh'lis, Klingon, deceased.

Ambassador Dak'Rah, Klingon, deceased.

The knife belongs to the

Butcher of J'Gal, right?

Starfleet records tell us

the DNA belongs to the

three warlords he k*lled.

And I checked the logs, tracked movements.

They corroborate the timeline.

I'm just shocked

that Rah would attack him like that.

I guess it just goes to show,

no one ever really knows

what goes on in anyone's heart.

♪

Joseph.

La'An's submitting her report.

Uh, there's likely to

be an inquiry, but...

Oh, we've known each other...

- How long?

- Too long to count.

Yeah, I'd like to think,

if you did instigate the fight with Rah,

if it got away from you

somehow, you could talk to me.

I'd be on your side. We'd work it out.

I didn't start the fight, Chris.

This whole situation, it's...

it's complicated.

Is it?

Rah was living a lie.

I saw his true face.

What if I told you he m*rder*d children?

Not his men.

He did it.

What if I started the fight then?

Would that be so bad?

Even if he had secrets,

there's due process.

That's why we have tribunals.

The Diplomatic Corps knew who he was,

and they still let him

represent the Federation.

The Federation believes everyone

deserves a second chance.

What about justice?

What about the victims?

Doesn't everyone deserve

to pay for their actions?

So who decides, hmm?

Who pays and who gets redemption?

Where's the line?

[CHUCKLES] You're right, Chris.

We've known each other

for a very long time,

see eye to eye on most things.

But you haven't lived my life.

You have the privilege

of believing in what's best in people.

Me?

I happen to know there are

some things in this world

that don't deserve forgiveness.

What are you saying?

I told you, I didn't start the fight.

But I'm glad he's dead.

M'BENGA: Chief Medical

Officer's Log, stardate . .

Biobed two is working again.

At least for now.

But I know it's only a matter of time

before it shuts down again.

Some things break in a way

that can never be repaired.

Only managed.

[ELECTRICITY CRACKLES]

There is A Place... Terrifying to Us, to Women.

The most epic moment in the movie Dune 

"look into that place you dare no...

Paul :

The Worm! 

Spice! Is there 

a relationship?

What's happened?

Why did it leave?

Someone started another thumper.

We're not alone.

Man-carved steps.

Yes.

Such stealth.

I didn't hear them.

Perhaps these are the ones the Shadout Mapes told us of.

I will take the boy-man.

He shall have sanctuary in my tribe.

Stop! Get back!

She has the weirding way.

Great gods!

If you can do this to the strongest of us, you're worth ten times your weight of water.

As the leader of my people, I give you my bond.

Teach us this weirding way, and you both shall have sanctuary.

Your water shall mingle with our water.

Then I will teach you our way of battle.

I give you the word bond of a Bene Gesserit.

It is the legend.

I am Chani, daughter of Liet.

I would not have permitted you to harm my tribe.

From my dreams. So beautiful.

Come with me. I'll show you an easier way down.

You have strength.

You shall be known as Usul, which is the strength of the base of the pillar.

This is your secret name in our troop, but you must choose the name of manhood... which we will call you openly.

What do you call 

The Mouse-shadow 

in the second moon?

We call that one Muad'Dib.

Could I be known as Paul Muad'Dib?

You are Paul Muad'Dib.

And Your Mother shall be 

a Sayyadina among us.

We welcome you.

A dream unfolds.

Moisture!

Wind traps. Huge ones.

Water.

Millions of decaliters.

A treasure.

Greater than treasure, Usul.

We have thousands of such caches, and only a few of us know them all.

And when we have enough, we shall change the face of Arrakis.

Tell me of your home world, Usul.

"Tell me of your home world, Usul. "

Rabban! Rabban!

We're knee-deep in Atreides blood. We've gutted them!

We've gutted them!

Rabban. Rabban!

I place you in charge of Arrakis.

It's yours to squeeze as I promised.

I want you to squeeze and squeeze and squeeze!

Give me spice!

Drive them! Drive them into utter submission!

Do not show the slightest pity or mercy!

Never stop! Go! Go! Show no mercy!

Yes, Baron.

Feyd.

And when we've crushed these people enough, I'll send you, Feyd.

Lovely Feyd.

Where's my doctor?

Jessica... our Reverend Mother is too old.

She has been calling through space and time... for you to come and let her rest.

She asks that you pass within and become our Reverend Mother.

If you be a Reverend Mother...

let Shai-Halud judge now!

The Water of Life.

But what of my unborn child?

One day, I will have to do this.

Following the Bene Gesserit tradition, the old Reverend Mother surrendered her life... as she surrendered her knowledge.

Jessica had successfully transmuted the poisonous Water of Life.

Every man who has tried has died.

Am I the one?

The sleeper must awaken.

The tremendous power of the Water of Life... caused the premature birth of Jessica's daughter, Alia.

Alia was born with all the knowledge and powers of a Reverend Mother.

Feyd, even though he's aging, Thufir's 

one of the finest Mentats in the universe.

And he's mine, Feyd, all mine.

Try it now. I will.

Come.

Oh, Thufir!

I see they've installed your heart plug already.

Don't be angry. Everyone gets one here.

But this is not why we're here.

We brought you a little cat, Thufir.

You must care for it if you wish to live.

A poison has been introduced 

into your body, Thufir Hawat.

By milking this, this smooth little cat's body, 

you receive your antidote.

It must be done each day.

All I can see... is an Atreides that I want to k*ll.

Feyd! No, no!

Thufir's a Harkonnen now. Aren't you, Thufir?

My duke! How I've failed you.

Chani, I love you.

I've always loved you.

The Holy Warriors.

No one ever dreamed there were so many.

I am Usul. Paul Muad'Dib.

Our shared enemy, the Harkonnens, are once again in control of Arrakis.

Stilgar, your leader, has asked me and my mother... to teach you the weirding way to crush the Harkonnens.

We must do more than this.

We must totally destroy all spice production on Arrakis.

The Guild and the entire universe depends on spice.

He who can destroy a thing controls a thing.

I will take 100 of your warriors and train them.

This 100 will train the thousands that remain.

When the spice flow stops, all eyes will turn to Arrakis.

The baron and the emperor himself... will be forced to deal with us.

Arrakis will become the center of the universe.

Orato!

This obelisk is of your hardest stone.

Kick it.

Hit it.

Yell at it.

Break!

Korba... cut it.

Move back.

Cha-a-a-a... a- aksa!

Muad'Dib!

This is part of the weirding way that we will teach you.

Some thoughts have a certain sound, that being the 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 k*ll until no Harkonnen breathes Arrakeen air.

Muad'Dib!

Cha-a-a-a-aksa!

Stilgar!

Muad'Dib! Hmm?

Muad'Dib. Muad'Dib. Muad'Dib.

My name is a k*lling word.

They are ready to fight.

Yet in order to lead them, I must conquer the worm.

Conquer Shai-Halud.

Take the kiswa maker hook of our sietch... and ride as a leader of men.

Mmmmmm. Shai-Halud.

I must not fear. Fear is the mind k*ller.

Only the very strong ones travel this deep.

Usul has called a big one!

Again, it is the legend.

Look!

Muad'Dib!

Usul, these are 15 of our finest warriors 

to serve you as your guard.

The Fedaykin.

Cha-aksa!

Ooh!

Now.

Cha-a-aksa!

Cha-aksa! Cha-aksa!

Cha-aksa! Cha-aksa!

Aaaah!

Cha-aksa!

When the spice flow stops, 

all eyes will turn to Arrakis.

The baron and the emperor himself 

will be forced to deal with us.

Muad'Dib. Muad'Dib. 

Muad'Dib. Muad'Dib.

What happened? What happened 

to you and your men?

Muad'Dib. Muad'Dib. 

What are you saying?

Muad'Dib. Muad'Dib. Muad'Dib. What?

He's been repeating that name ever since we found him.

Who is this... Muad'Dib?

Cha-aksa!

In the two standard years that followed, Muad'Dib and the Fremen brought spice production to a standstill.

Fearing for his life, Rabban did his best... to hide this fact from his uncle, the baron.

Paul's sister, Alia, matured at a frightening rate.

Her small body harbored tremendous powers.

Paul and Chani's love grew.

We surprised a band of smugglers.

Too bad. I thought they were Harkonnen.

Cha-aksa!

Cha-a-aksa!

Gurney!

You've no need of your weapons with me, Gurney Halleck.

Paul? Paul?

Don't you trust your own eyes?

They said you were dead.

They... they said...

Gurney! Gurney man!

You young pup! You young pup! Gurney!

Emperor Shaddam the Fourth, you have one last chance to take matters into your own hands... and bring the situation under control on Arrakis.

What do you mean one last... Silence! 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 great danger.

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'll live out your life in a pain amplifier.

The emperor will stop him. He won't take the Water of Life.

That's why they want me k*lled.

They're afraid I'll take the Water of Life.

I want 50 legions of Sardaukar on Arrakis at once!

Fifty legions? That's our entire reserves as well.

This is genocide: the deliberate and systematic destruction... of all life on Arrakis!

The emperor is coming. Chani! Chani!

You were calling my name. It frightened me.

Oh, Chani.

All the images of my future are gone.

I have to drink the Water of Life.

No. Paul. Please.

I've seen the men who have tried.

I've seen how they died.

I'm dead to everyone unless I try... to become what I may be.

Only the Water of Life will free what can save us.

Paul.

I must drink the sacred water.

We must go now.

Hurry. All I see is darkness.

Paul,

I will love you forever.

You are my life.

You are my life.

Many men have tried.

They tried and failed?

They tried and died.

The worm is the spice. The spice is the worm.

The Worms.

They're not attacking. Why?

Alia. Mother. It's Paul.

He's taken The Water of Life.

There is a place... terrifying 

to us, to women.

This is The Place they cannot look.

Travelling without moving.

Now I truly control 

The Worm... and The Spice.

And I have the power to 

Destroy The Spice forever!

Paul. Father!

Father, The Sleeper 

has awakened!

Muad'Dib. Muad'Dib.

Muad'Dib. Muad'Dib.

Arrakis.

Dune. Desert planet.

Your time has come.

A storm is coming.

Our storm.

And when it arrives it 

will shake the universe.

Emperor, we come for you!

We come for you!

Long live the fighters!

Long live the fighters!