shields?
Shields are useless in the desert.
Even a simple body shield
will call every worm within 100 kilometres.
Drives them into a killing frenzy.
The imperial ecologist, Milord, Dr. Kynes.
We prefer the traditional term,
planetologist.
I understand that we have you to thank
for our stillsuits.
I hope they fit well.
This is basically a high-efficiency filter
and heat-exchange system.
The skin layer is porous.
Perspiration passes through heat filaments
and salt precipitators.
Water is reclaimed in catchpockets,
which you can draw from this tube.
Properly adjusted, water loss
is kept under 15 millilitres a day.
That's hardly measurable.
That's the point.
You're a Fremen.
I am accepted in both sietch and village.
But I am in the Emperor's employ.
You've worn a stillsuit before?
This is the first time.
Someone adjusted it for you?
No, it just seemed the right way
to put it on, that's all.
Well then...
...the desert awaits.
Maintain 120 degrees southeast, Milord.
Set.
That's where the sandmaster
is concentrating his equipment.
How many men are there
on a mining crew?
As few as possible.
Mining is a perilous adventure at best,
Milord.
Has anyone ever been lost out this far
and survived?
Men have walked out of the nearer zones
by crossing the rock areas...
...where worms seldom go.
Fremen?
Fremen.
There it is.
That's the harvester.
And those are the scouts?
Yes.
Watching for wormsign.
"Wormsign"?
Wherever there is spice, there are worms.
Always?
They defend the spice sands.
Has there been an effort to wipe them out?
Too much area to cover. Too many worms.
A rich field by the look of the colour.
Is that wormsign?
Where's the carryall
to evacuate the harvester?
Wormsign, approximately 40 kilometres.
He's got you.
Estimated intercept, six minutes.
Do they always cut it this close?
It's not standard procedure.
The carryall should be here.
-How many men on that harvester?
-Usually 23, Milord.
-Are we sure the worm will attack?
-No doubt about it.
Crew on the harvester,
this is Duke Leto Atreides.
We're taking you out. Cease operations
and prepare for evacuation.
Spotters, land to the west.
Prepare to be boarded.
Those spotters only carry four men,
in addition to the crew.
We can only get two in here.
You two work on the back seats.
We'll jettison them when we land.
That'll get in three more.
This is harvester Delta Ajax Niner.
Sir, we have almost a full load.
Damn the spice.
We can always get more. Prepare for evac.
That's an order!
Worm sighting. 10 degrees southwest.
Estimated speed, 40 knots.
We have an approach.
Worm intercept, five minutes.
Sandmaster,
this is a command from your duke.
Cease operations
and evacuate the station immediately...
...or I'll cutyourship in two with a lasgun.
I can hear it.
The worm.
I can hear it coming.
Over here! Over here!
Both of you, over here!
The rest to the spotters!
Run, you sand dogs, run!
Get down and hang onto anything you can.
What are they doing?
Milord, we must go now! Hurry!
Capacity overload.
We need altitude or it'll suck us down.
Capacity overload.
Capacity exceeds lift capability.
Bless the Maker and his water.
Bless his coming and his going.
May his passage cleanse the world.
May he keep the world for his people.
How about the men left behind?
-Send a ship to search for them.
-But they were right by the worm--
Send a ship anyway.
When God ordains a man's time to die...
...he directs that man to the proper place.
Paul.
I want the pilots from that missing carryall
delivered to me personally.
Someone's going to pay for that waste.
This is a different kind of man.
He risked his life and that of his son
to save the men instead of the spice.
A leader like that could have commanded
fanatic loyalty.
This is my legacy to you, Son.
The greatest wealth in the universe
and the never-ending struggle to defend it.
The ancients used to say
danger and opportunity