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We tilt up to see SARDAUKAR dropping through the vents,
falling in slow motion on suspensors.
We track them as they fall -- fifty Imperial soldiers --
landing lightly on the chamber floor. They look around.
The Fremen have vanished. One of the Sardaukar stoops to pick
up a silver coffee cup -- a trickle of coffee in the bottom.
He frowns thoughtfully --
-- and the Fremen ERUPT FROM THE SAND all around the
Sardaukar, KNIVES DRAWN! They leap into battle like
dervishes, six against fifty. Fighting with superhuman skill.
106 INT. LABORATORY CORRIDOR - DAY 106
Duncan Idaho looks up as one of the Fremen comes in from the
Nexus -- and falls on her face, a knife in her back.
Sardaukar pour through the door behind her. Twenty of them.
Idaho looks at them and sees his death. A strange wild joy
starts up in him. So this is how it ends.
He SLAPS the door behind him twice. Draws his sword and walks
to meet the enemy.
107 INT. LABORATORY OFFICE / CORRIDOR - DAY 107
Hearing the clash of steel, Paul leaps up and opens the door.
Halfway down the hall, Duncan Idaho stands against a wall of
Sardaukar -- his longsword slashing, his shield sparkling.
There are five Sardaukar dead at Idaho’s feet already, but
there’s still fifteen more trying to kill him. Swords and
daggers snaking into his shield. Idaho fights like a god of
war. His blade too fast to follow. There’s freedom in knowing
this is his last stand. He ignores the damage he’s taking.
But as Paul watches, a Sardaukar sword rams through Idaho’s
chest and out of his back. Idaho kills the Sardaukar but
staggers to one knee. Another knife rams into him. Idaho
kills one more Sardaukar... and falls, dying.
Paul pulls his knife and leaps forward with a cry.
PAUL
Duncan!
JESSICA
Paul, no!
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