Salmon Rev. (06/19/2020) 99.
BARON HARKONNEN
The Fremen? Kill them all.
125 INT. ORNITHOPTER (IN FLIGHT) - DAY 125
The altimeter reads 8000 meters.
On Paul.
KYNES (V.O.) *
Above five thousand meters, they’re *
mostly dust. Climb into it. Stay on *
top. You might just live. *
PAUL (V.O.) *
8000 meters. We’re still climbing. *
Dust has penetrated the cockpit. It swirls across the deck *
and hangs in the air, laden with spice -- orange motes *
drifting before his eyes. Jessica coughs in the dust. *
PAUL (V.O.) *
I’ll need to time the top of the *
vortex. I can see it. It will be *
there... In few seconds... I can *
see it.... *
Paul opens the wings. It takes all his strength. They creak
and whine -- but they unfurl.
126 EXT. DUST STORM - DAY 126
The little ornithopter breaks out of the vast storm, miles
up. Banking away from the hurricane into blue skies.
The aircraft’s glass bubble has been scoured to a milky
translucence by dust. The wings are bent and trembling. The
engines choked by dust compacted hard as concrete.
The ornithopter is a glider now.
127 INT. ORNITHOPTER (IN FLIGHT) - DAY 127
Descending silently and swiftly, Paul sees warning lights
multiply across his instrument panels as systems fail.
PAUL
As soon as we’re down, run for the
rocks.
Jessica nods, bracing herself against the fuselage.
Salmon Rev. (06/19/2020) 99.
