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Old October 10 2011, 01:17 PM   #4
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Re: DS9 Season 10, ep 10x08 - "Property Values"

ACT TWO


FADE IN:


7 INT. DS9 – STORE ROOM

The storage room of Quark’s bar, briefly seen in 7x24 “The Dogs of War.” Crates and bottles and buckets and unused furniture are strewn everywhere in a chaotic mess. Treir stands with a small travelling bag over her shoulder, looking around the room in horror. Quark stands behind her.

TREIR
You seriously expect me to
sleep in here?

QUARK
It’s here or nowhere.

TREIR
Fine – as long as you don’t
mind me working the dabo
wheel stinking like rotting
fruit and old synthehol.

QUARK
Everybody’s got their fetish.

TREIR
Where am I supposed to wash?

QUARK
You know where the public
bathrooms are.

She turns to him, her jaw set.

TREIR
Nuh-uh. No way.

QUARK
You have a better idea?

TREIR
I always have a better idea.


8 INT. VIC’S LOUNGE

VIC FONTAINE approaches Quark with arms wide in greeting. The lounge is middling-busy – an afternoon crowd, not full show time. Vic is in shirt-sleeves, casual but still smart.

VIC
Quark, you old degenerate. Good
to see you, buddy.

QUARK
Hey Vic. I need to ask a favour.

VIC
Anything I can do, I’m happy
to help.

Quark turns and indicates Treir stood nearby.

QUARK
Does this hotel of yours have
a spare room for a few nights?

Vic gapes at Treir for the tiniest moment before recovering his cool. Staring is crass, but there’s no denying he’s impressed. Treir slinks towards him seductively, her hand out like a lady. Vic takes it gently and brings it to his lips for a chaste and gentlemanly kiss.

TREIR
Mister Fontaine, I don’t believe
we’ve been properly introduced.
My name is Treir, and I would be
very... very... grateful for any
help you could provide.

VIC
(nervous gulp)
Absolutely. Umm...
(shouts out)
Ginger!

Vic’s cocktail waitress GINGER (10x03 “Steppin’ Out”) quickly attends from where she was working the crowd.

GINGER
What’s up, Vic?

VIC
Ginger, sweetheart, would you
please escort this young lady
to my suite? She’s going to be
staying with me for a few days.

GINGER
Sure, Vic. Come on, honey.

With a seductive smile of thanks for Vic, Treir allows Ginger to lead her away. Vic calls after them...

VIC
Oh, and while you’re at it...
set up the couch for me.
(back to Quark)
Guess I got some bad backs
coming my way.
(beat)
So, spill. What’s got your
teeth a-gnashing?

QUARK
Euch. You don’t wanna know.
Thanks, Vic.

Suddenly light applause ripples through the crowd. Quark and Vic both look to the stage, where NOG is walking up to take pride of place. He’s a bit nervous, and he’s carrying a box, which he places on a stool before facing front.

QUARK
What’s going on?

VIC
Your talented young nephew is
about to put on a show.

QUARK
Why?

With the audience paying rapt attention, Nog reaches into his box and brings out an old-fashioned velvet top hat. Nog twists the hat this way and that for the audience’s benefit, revealing that it’s solid and empty. He places it on his head, which it of course nowhere near fits.

VIC
After I did that big show out
on the Promenade, business has
started to pick up in here again.
I wanna make sure I don’t lose
it, so I came up with the idea
of a support act. You know,
someone to warm up the crowd
and give the people more bang
for their bucks. I’ve been
trying out some auditions on
the afternoon crowd.

Nog reaches into the hat and pulls out a bunch of flowers. There’s distinctly unenthusiastic “oohs” of excitement from the crowd, and half-hearted applause. One of the more enthusiastic applauders is PRYNN, sat on the front row. She’s being as encouraging as she can for Nog’s sake, because nobody else is.

VIC
He’s doing great so far, don’t
you think?

Quark scoffs and rolls his eyes, and turns and walks away.

On stage, Nog puts the hat away and pulls out an isolinear rod and a handkerchief. Placing the box on the floor, he places the rod on the top of the stool, and then drapes the handkerchief over the rod. He waves his hands freely over the handkerchief, and with a final “Abracadabra!” flourish, the rod begins to levitate off the stool, pulling the handkerchief with it.

Prynn cheers and claps harder. The rest of the audience are just being polite, unimpressed. Vic smiles tensely and claps lightly. This isn’t going especially well.


9 INT. DS9 – PROMENADE

The Security office doors open and Malic emerges, followed by his two thugs. They are escorted by both Ro and Vaughn.

Malic has a smug smirk, like he knows perfectly well there’s nothing they can do to him.

MALIC
You should really consider
upgrading your accommodations,
Lieutenant. It was almost
like a prison in there.

Ro only has a glare for the likes of him. With a superior smirk, Malic beckons his thugs and walks away.

As they pass the door to Quark’s, Malic takes note of Major Cenn and Lieutenant BOWERS standing on either side of the door. They both have their arms folded, phasers at their hips, and a glare that says, “Just try it.”

Malic rolls his eyes and moves along, undeterred. As he goes, Quark appears in the doorway and watches him go.
Outside security, Vaughn nods “carry on” to Ro, and then walks away too. Ro looks over to the bar, sees Quark, and decides to wander over.


10 INT. DS9 – QUARK’S BAR (CONTINUOUS)

Quark heads back to his bar. Ro follows.

RO
Quark.
(he turns to her)
I guess I should thank you...
for doing the right thing.

QUARK
Don’t. I couldn’t care less
about her legal rights. I just
want those Orion pheromones
working for me and not Malic.

Ro snaps, frustrated and exasperated with Quark.

RO
Quark, you really are the most
stubborn, inflexible, sexist
ingrate I’ve ever met.

QUARK
I’ll take that as a compliment.

RO
I must have said it wrong.

QUARK
Why should I be grateful to
that infuriating know-it-all?

RO
To acknowledge all the good
things she’s done for you.
Every one of her ideas, you’ve
ended up using, and they’ve
all worked out great.

QUARK
“You paid for it, it’s your idea.”

RO
You respect her. You know you
do. You just refuse to admit
it because she’s a female.

QUARK
I admit I respect you, don’t I?

RO
A strong woman with a weapon,
who can beat up Orions? That
just feeds your sordid little
fantasies. But a woman who’s
as good at business as you?
That you could never handle.

Quark seems genuinely hurt and surprised.

QUARK
Do you really think that’s all
I see in you? A fantasy?

RO
Have you given me any reason
to think otherwise?

Shaking her head with annoyance, Ro turns and walks back out of the bar.


11 INT. VIC’S LOUNGE

A little later. Nog’s magic show is over. Prynn stands at the bar, ordering a drink from one of Vic’s bartenders. The bartender brings the drink, and Prynn hands over some American money, without really having any idea what it is.

She turns back around, sipping at the drink through a straw, and is surprised to see SHAR standing there. He’s awkward as always, as if plucking up the courage to speak.

PRYNN
Shar.

SHAR
Hello, Prynn.

PRYNN
I didn’t realise you were here.

SHAR
I came to support Nog, as you did.

PRYNN
I didn’t see you.

SHAR
I stood at the back. I wasn’t
sure you would wish to see me.

That makes her sad. She softens and steps closer.

PRYNN
Shar... I’m so sorry. I know I
left things really uncomfortable
between us. And I guess I have
been kind of avoiding you. That
was unfair of me. I’m sorry.

SHAR
I understand. You feel a
relationship with me would be
inappropriate.

PRYNN
An intimate relationship, yes.
But that’s not the only kind of
relationship two people can have.
I understand if you don’t want
to, after all the things I said.
But I’d like it if we could find
a way to still be friends.

SHAR
How do we do that?

PRYNN
(relieved)
Well... we just... talk. Tell
me about what you’re working
on at the moment.

She directs him to a nearby table. They both move to sit. And they drift off into conversation...

SHAR
It is quite a complex research
project, suggested to me by members
of the Bajoran Science Ministry...


12 INT. VIC’S HOTEL SUITE

The glamorous and opulent ’60s-styled décor of the Dunes Hotel’s finest suite, befitting its headlining star. The door opens, and Vic gingerly pokes his head in.

VIC
Treir? You decent?

Treir enters from the bedroom, dressed very un-dabo. She’s wearing something like a baby’s all-in-one furry snuggie, her hair rolled up in a towel, and waddling on feet whose toes are separated to allow nail-polish to dry. She’s blowing on the nails of one hand, drying the polish there.

TREIR
I guess that depends on your definition.

Smiling politely, Vic moves to look into the bedroom.

BEDROOM

It’s a disaster. Treir has thrown clothes everywhere, left wet towels on the floor, makeup on the counters, the works. Vic gazes at the mess, bemused and slightly appalled.

VIC
I see you’ve been settling in.

TREIR
Oh. Yeah. Sorry. I’ll clean it
up. You’ll never know I was
here, I promise.

VIC
Treir... it’s not that I mind
the company, believe me. There
are a lot worse things in the
world than sharing your space
with a beautiful lady. But I
get the feeling this isn’t a
social call. What’s going on?

Treir sighs sadly. Can’t really not tell him.

TREIR
It’s one of those worse things
you mentioned.

VIC
Let me guess. Some idiot who
won’t take no for an answer?

TREIR
Pretty much.

VIC
Always gotta be a few bad apples
spoiling it for the rest of us.

TREIR
(fake cheery)
Don’t worry about me. I’m a
chameleon. I’ll find a way to
make it work, whatever happens.

VIC
Well, I just gotta pick up a
couple of things for the show
tonight, and then I’ll get out
of your hair.

He moves around the room, grabbing a few bits and pieces – a freshly dry-cleaned tuxedo, a bottle of cologne, etc. Treir watches him as he does.

TREIR
(heartfelt)
Vic... I really am grateful to
you for letting me stay. And
you know, you really don’t have
to sleep on the couch tonight.

He gets her meaning, but he smiles warmly.

VIC
This ain’t that kind of rodeo,
sweetheart. You don’t owe me a
thing. Besides, a real gentleman
doesn’t take advantage of a lady
in need. That just ain’t how I
was raised. Now you relax, get
some rest, and I’ll be back
after the show, okay?

He’s got everything he needs now, so he nods a courteous goodbye and leaves the suite, closing the door behind him. Treir is surprised – a man actually turned her down? But it’s a nice surprise. She smiles, quite touched. What a rarity – a man who actually respects her.


FADE OUT:


END OF ACT TWO


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