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129 EXT. ROCK RIDGE - DAY 129
Paul and Jessica work their way along the rocky ridge,
staying close to cover -- until the ridge peters out. They
gaze across a four-kilometer stretch of open sand to a rock
formation on the far side. Paul studies the paracompass.
Jessica stares across the sand through binoculars.
JESSICA
There’s greenery over there.
She passes the binoculars to Paul. He peers through them,
seeing cactus and sage growing high in the rocks.
PAUL
That has to mean people.
We’ll cross after dark. Like the
Fremen do.
131 EXT. ROCKY RIDGE - NIGHT 131
The stars are out. Both moons nearly full, painting the
desert with blue light.
PAUL
Remember. Walk without rhythm. Like *
the Fremen do. Erratic movement. *
He demonstrates. Step-step...step-drag...wait... She follows.
Together they cross the sand under the moonlight, side by
side. The extraordinary skill of their bodies pressed into
service in a strange new motion. They leave strange tracks.
They continue sandwalking, without rhythm. It’s exhausting.
A low HISSING. Jessica points. Far off, WORMSIGN: a wave of
sand cresting nearer. They stave off panic and keep walking.
Fatigue makes Paul stumble onto a plain of hardened sand.
BOOM BOOM! His steps echo like explosions across the plain.
PAUL (CONT'D)
Drum sand!
The worm, which had been headed for the thumper, immediately
changes course and drives straight for them.
JESSICA
Run!
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