temperature:
3OO degrees Kelvin.
Airspeed: three zero.
75% efficiency.
That's where I told your sandmaster
to concentrate the harvesting today.
Southeast, over the shield wall.
Ambient temperature: 35O degrees Kelvin.
Airspeed: one three zero.
Caution: You've now cleared
protective shield wall...
and entered open desert.
Will we see a worm?
Where there's spice and spice mining,
there are always worms.
Always.
Always.
Why do they come?
To protect their territory.
Vibrations attract them.
He must be a Fremen,
or in with them.
He's studying us.
He's hiding something
about the spice.
Is there a relationship
between the worms and the spice?
As I said,
they defend the spice sand.
As to their relationship
with the spice,
who knows?
My message. It's here.
There are more enemy bodies coming in
for your inspection, Doctor Yueh.
Are you all right?
Yes, I'm fine.
Thank you, Thufir.
Dust cloud ahead, sire.
That's it. Spice mining.
No other cloud quite like it.
Wormsign. Is it wormsign?
Yes. Worm. Big one.
You've got sharp eyes.
May I?
Calling Harvester Pad Nine.
Wormsign.
Who calls Pad Nine?
Don't mention the duke.
This is an uncoded channel.
Unlisted flight northeast of you.
Wormsign on intercept course.
Estimated contact: 15 minutes.
Have sighting confirmed.
Stand by for fix.
Contact in 16 minutes minus.
Very precise estimate.
Who's on that unlisted flight?
What happens now?
The carryall will come and
lift off the spice harvester.
Try to get in close
over the harvester.
You'll find this interesting, sire.
They'll work until the very last minute.
Spotter control,
there's no sign of the carryall.
It isn't answering.
The worm is eight minutes away, sire.
Spotter control,
give me a report by the numbers.
Report One.
No contact.
Report Two.
Negative.
Report Three.
Negative, sir.
Report Four.
No contact.
I think they've got
our carryall.
Damn it.
Harkonnens.
We are coming down to take you
off the harvester. All spotters
are ordered to comply.
Ordered by whom?
Duke Leto Atreides.
Yes. Yes, sire.
How many men do you have?
Full crew, 26 men.
But, sire, we can't
leave all this spice.
Damn the spice!
Get out of there!
Two men in each of the spoilers!
You, over here! Run! Run!
I can't see him yet,
but he's very close.
Damn sloppy.
Really damn sloppy.
Come on, boys, come on!
We're going to be heavy, sire.
Spice.
Pure, unrefined spice.
Here it is! We've got to go!
Bless the maker and his water.
Bless the coming and going of him.
May his passing cleanse the world.
What's that you're saying?
Nothing.
Gods, what a monster!
Someone is going to pay for this,
I promise.
He's more concerned
over his men than the spice.
I must admit,
against all better judgment,
I like this duke.
Milady, the local people,
the maids and servants,
await your inspection.
Hawat has cleared them.
Excuse me, milady.
The Harkonnens may have
tampered with them medically.
When you said Harkonnens,
I didn't know you had
so much reason to hate them.
My wife...
But of course, you didn't know my wife.
The Hark...
Forgive me.
They must have killed her.
Please excuse me
if I can't talk about it.
He's holding something back.
Yet...
There's the Imperial Conditioning.
Assurance of trust.
The Bene Gesserit mother. The legend.
Where is your son?
I must warn you,
you are in great danger.
Safe.
Spice.
What is it doing to me?
Second moon.
The sleeper must awaken.
Am I the one?
A hunter seeker.
Can't get me if I don't move.
It's too dark in here
for it to see clearly.
I've got to try to grab it.
Suspensor field will make it
slippery on the bottom.
I must grip it tightly.
Who is operating that thing?
It has to be someone
in the palace.
I could shout for help, but it would
kill whoever opened the door.
Hold still.
It would have killed me.
I was its target.
It went to the motion.
Who are you?
I am the Shadout Mapes,
the housekeeper.
I must