Slightly delayed for the Fourth of July, Act III comes to a close as Jessica passes within to become a Reverend Mother, while Paul and Chani acknowledge their love.
In which Paul meets Harah and the sons of Jamis.
In which the Count and Lady Fenring discomfit the Baron Harkonnen, and Feyd-Rautha conspires with Thufir Hawat.
In which Jamis is laid to rest, and Paul accepts his water.
It’s Scene IX!!
No word on when we get to scene Richese.
(The REAL Dune fans got that joke…)
Okay, so, I’m sorry I went silent there for awhile. I was honored to be selected as a guest mentor at the graduation breakfast by a student at my former school, a young man who is going to do great things, and who has earned his place at his second National Forensics Tournament. I can hardly wait to see how he does.
In this episode, Paul fights Jamis the Fremen, and earns the name Muad’Dib.
Sorry about the hiatus this weekend, but Mother’s Day and more pressing Other Writing Business held sway over my time. However, here on schedule is the latest installment of William Shakespeare’s Dune, in which Jessica seizes upon the Panoplia Propheticus planted among the Fremen by the Missionaria Protectiva.
Have you ever imagined what Star Wars would be like if it were remade as a gritty cop drama? Like, in the real world, where the closest analogue to the way we see Jedi behave is, well, a police force, out to protect the weak and bring the bad guys to justice. And now, the mafia has effectively taken over the city, after hunting down the cops. So, here we have one of the last surviving policemen in the city, a crazy dude who lives in a slum under a partly-assumed name who the Empire leaves alone because basically he’s too much trouble to bother with. And his solution is: train some other poor young schmuck to be a cop. Completely unsupported by other cops. Imagine…
“I was once a policeman, like your father.”
“I wish I’d known him.”
“He was the best driver in Gotham, and an excellent shot. Which reminds me: your father wanted you to have this, when you were old enough.”
“What is it?”
“Your father’s Glock. This is the weapon of a LEO. Not as clumsy or random as a Saturday Night Special. An elegant weapon for a more…”
“Let me stop you right there before you embarrass yourself further.”
“All right, a mass-produced weapon for a more bureaucratic, but still more civilized age. For over a century, the police were the guardians of peace and justice in this city. Before the Mafia.”
“How did my father die?”
“A young policeman named Darth Vader, who was pupil of mine at the Academy, helped the Don hunt down the police. He betrayed and murdered your father. Now the police are all but extinct. Vader took the power that comes from breaking the Law.”
“Um, what’s the Law?”
“The Law is what gives the police his power. It’s a social contract created by all the people. It surrounds and penetrates us. It binds society together. You must learn the ways of the Law, if you are to come with me.”
“Um, yeah, and do what with that? The Mafia pretty much makes the Law these days. And then they kill you if you disobey them.”
“Um, yes, that would be ‘illegitimate’ Law. Law created by force. The dark side of the Law.”
“The ‘dark side’ of the Law. Which is still just as powerful as actual, legitimate law. Stronger, even.”
“No, no. Quicker, easier, more seductive.”
“Uh, and stronger, because they make the rules and kill anyone who breaks them and have most of the guns. And killed all the police. You literally just said that. And all that’s left is one tiny Neighborhood Watch association that’s hiding in their own houses from the Mob. So what am I supposed to do with my father’s Glock? Join the Neighborhood Watch and kill them all?”
“No, a policeman uses the Law for knowledge and defense. Never for attack.”
“That does not seem to have a history of success around here.”
“Only a fully-trained policeman, with the Law as his ally, will overthrow Vader and his Mafia Don.”
“What? You just admitted that there was once a whole Academy-trained police force, not that long ago, who enforced the Law, and the Mafia Don slaughtered all of them and imposed gang rule. And you, by yourself…”
“And Commissioner Yoda.”
“Commissioner Yoda? Who’s he?”
“The Police Chief who taught me.”
“So you, and the only other policeman older than you are going to train me, by yourselves to without violence take down this Mafia Don who took over the entire city after murdering an entire functional police force?”
“How does this Glock work?”
“With your finger away from the trigger, take the weapon off safety.”
Transcriber’s Note: Unfortunately, what with catching up on life and the visit of my good friend, this scene is not yet finished, though it should be by Wednesday at latest: it’s a long scene. So I have decided to post what I have now, for my followers’ enjoyment. I’ll post a quick announcement when the scene is complete.
I was also humbled and gratified to be contacted by a troupe of actors who want to perform this play when it is completed. Although I am of course honored, I have no idea where that might fall under Fair Use law. I personally would consider this a parody, but it is always possible that the owners of Dune might take issue with that. This has always been a labor of love. But who knows? Anything might be possible.
And now, Scene vii, in which Paul and Jessica encounter the Fremen Stilgar, in a place and manner unlooked for.
In which we discover the fate of Gurney Halleck since the fall of Arrakeen and the death of Duke Leto.
William Shakespeare’s Dune is back!
In which the Evil Baron plots the ascendance of House Harkonnen to the throne!