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KYNES *
All I can report is what I saw. *
That carryall was not sabotaged, *
just old. The desert isn’t kind to *
equipment. *
LETO *
(A darker tone) *
You know what’ll happen if I fail *
to get spice production back on *
track. *
(a beat) *
The Harkonnens will return. *
KYNES *
I’m not here to take your part. *
Arrakis has seen men like you come *
and go. *
She’s about to add something, like “you’re no different;” but *
bites her tongue. *
Still, Leto reads the fear in her eyes. The Harkonnens. *
55A EXT. SALUSA SECUNDUS - MILITARY SPACEPORT - DAY 55A
A harsh planet, its stony ground raked by strong winds. This
is a massive military base. Scores of gunships and troop
carriers are grounded here. Ornithopters buzz overhead.
Gigantic Imperial flags flutter in the wind, bearing the
Emperor’s crest: a golden lion.
SUPER: SALUSA SECUNDUS
Thousands of warriors in armored suits kneel on the tarmac.
They are SARDAUKAR, the Emperor’s elite soldiers.
They are pale-skinned and bearded, their hair worn long.
Where the Atreides troops have an air of gallantry about
them, these are savages: eyes full of aggression and
bloodlust, empty of compassion. They were bred for murder.
A cadaverous PRIEST sings a litany in some foreign tongue --
the sounds menacing and strange.
VICARS walk the rows of soldiers with BOWLS OF BLOOD. Dipping
their thumbs, they daub each Sardaukar’s forehead and tongue.
The blood flows from the sliced throats of prisoners
crucified upside down at the edge of the field.
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