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Old October 10 2011, 01:34 PM   #5
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Re: DS9 Season 10, ep 10x08 - "Property Values"

ACT THREE


FADE IN:


13 EXT. DEEP SPACE NINE - ESTABLISHING

Focusing on one particular shuttle craft sat on the docking ring...


14 INT. DS9 – PROMENADE, UPPER LEVEL

Looking from the crossover bridge down to the main door of Quark’s, we can see two security still standing sentry. At the upper level entrances, more security bodies stand guard, including Vulcan crewman SEVAK. Kira and Ro nod their acknowledgments as they approach.

RO
Any problems, crewman?

SEVAK
Negative, Lieutenant.

Kira and Ro walk past and enter the bar, passing through a FORCE FIELD over the doorway as they go.


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

Walking along the upper corridor towards the holosuites...

RO
Any idea what this big surprise is?

KIRA
No idea at all. Vic’s message
went out to the whole station.
He just said everyone should
come for the lunch time show.

RO
He’s still doing those tryouts?

KIRA
I guess so.

They reach the holosuites. Kira checks the panel of one...

KIRA
Hmm... Taran’atar’s using that
Vulcan meditation program again.
I guess he’s taking Counsellor
Matthias’s advice to heart.
(correction)
Hearts.

RO
(nod to the door)
Maybe we should get Sevak to
give him some pointers.
(taps her
own ear)
Get it? Pointers?

Groaning at the terrible joke, Kira moves to the next holosuite and presses the button to open the door.


16 INT. VIC’S LOUNGE

Kira and Ro enter, and blink in surprise to see a packed crowd. The bar is doing a roaring trade, and officers and civilians alike are milling about excitedly.

RO
Must be good, whatever it is.

Vic emerges from out of the crowd, and approaches them.

VIC
Captain! Lieutenant! You’re
just in time.

KIRA
For what?

VIC
You’ll see in...
(checks watch)
...thirty seconds.

And then he disappears back towards the stage. Nonplussed, Kira and Ro perch on stools at the bar. Having pushed through the crowd, Vic finally makes it to the stage. He takes the mic, and shushes the crowd.

VIC
Ladies and gentlemen, thank you
all for coming. I have a very
special treat for you today. I
know you’ve all laughed your
guts out at his side-splitting
stories. You’ve all chatted the
night away with him over drinks.
Now, get ready for the hilarious
stand-up comedy stylings of my
friend and yours – Morn!

Thunderous applause from the crowd. The lumpen barfly himself - MORN – strolls onto the stage, and with a welcome pat on the shoulder from Vic, takes over the mic.

Surprised and thrilled, Kira and Ro clap enthusiastically.

KIRA
Oh, this should be good.

Morn stands at the mic, gazing out at the crowd. Saying nothing. He stands and stares. And stares.

Vic stands by the side of the stage, urging Morn on. Go on then – what are you waiting for?

The crowd is wondering what’s going on. Why isn’t he saying anything?

Ro and Kira glance to each other, worried and confused.

MORN’S POV

From up on stage, looking down at the waiting faces, gazing hopefully up at him, starting to get restless...

BACK TO SCENE

His mouth drops open and hangs loosely, his eyes wide and terrified. And then he turns and runs clean off stage.

Unhappy buzz starts to spread through the crowd. Vamping for all he’s worth, Vic quickly steps back up to the mic.

VIC
Umm... ladies and gentlemen...
we’re having some technical
difficulties. Please enjoy the
lounge, order a drink... I’m
sure everything will be back
on track in just a minute.

Vic dashes off stage after Morn.

KIRA
Wow. Of all the people to get
struck by stage fright... who’d
have thought it would be Morn?

On Ro and Kira’s bemused faces...


17 INT. DS9 – TREIR’S QUARTERS

Last seen in 8x21 “Lesser Evil.” The door opens, and Major Cenn pokes his head around the corner, his raised phaser leading the way. His eyes scan the room...

CENN
Clear.

He walks fully into the room, as Treir follows him. Another Starfleet security officer waits outside in the corridor. Treir moves into the room – which is in just as appalling a state as Vic’s bedroom – and starts yanking clothes out of drawers and jamming them into her travelling bag.

TREIR
I don’t normally need an armed escort
just to pick out clean underwear.

CENN
I’m happy to do it. We never
really get a chance to talk
while you’re working.

TREIR
(amused)
Yes, I noticed you didn’t raise
too much of a protest to this
particular assignment.
(playful)
Almost as if you had an
ulterior motive...

Cenn blushes furiously, embarrassed. He’s crushing on her hard, and she knows it full well.

CENN
Umm... I... I... well...

She takes pity, and comes close, giving him an affectionate caress of the cheek. It’s almost instinctive to flirt.

TREIR
Don’t worry about it, Desca,
sweetie. Now come on – give a
girl a hand with her luggage.

He breathes in her pheromones, and he’s completely at her mercy. He takes her travelling bag... but he hesitates.

CENN
(voice shaking)
Treir, I was wondering...
after all this is over... if
you’d consider having dinner
with me one night?

She smiles, gives him the perfect gentle brush off without breaking his heart. She gets this every day.

TREIR
Oh, sweetie. I have no idea
when this’ll be over, if ever.
I tell you what... why don’t
we wait a few days, see how
things go, and then we’ll see.

Cenn nods wholeheartedly, thrilled to grasp the tiny sliver of hope she’s dangling. That done, Cenn moves to exit, with phaser in one hand and Treir’s travelling bag in the other.


18 INT. DS9 – QUARK’S BAR

Normal afternoon crowd. Quark is behind his bar, turned to face the comm-screen in the back wall. We don’t necessarily need to see who he’s talking to.

QUARK
(to screen)
Thanks. I owe you one.

He signs off, then turns back to face the room, pleased with himself. Nog is standing at the bar, waiting to speak.

QUARK
If you’re about to make a slorg appear
out of thin air, I’m not interested.

NOG
No. I just wanted to talk to you.

QUARK
What about?

NOG
About Treir.

QUARK
Stop right there. I’ve already
had an earful from Ro.

NOG
Uncle, let me tell you a story.
You remember last year, when we
went home to Ferenginar? And I
went to visit my moogie? I mean
my real mother, not Leeta.

QUARK
Of course I remember. You don’t
forget a cluster-frinx like that.

NOG
I didn’t really remember much
about her – I was so young when
we left home. And when I met her
again... I couldn’t believe it.
She was naked... she offered to
chew tube grubs for me... she
said she shouldn’t even be
talking to me because I was a
stranger to her.

QUARK
Sounds like the perfect Ferengi
woman to me.

NOG
Exactly. And I couldn’t handle
it. Growing up on this station,
surrounded by independent,
powerful women like Kira, Dax,
Mrs O’Brien, Kasidy Yates... I
got used to having strong women
in my life. The Ferengi ideal
of the submissive, housebound
slave just seemed wrong. And I
think you feel the same way.

Quark turns away, not interested in hearing this.

QUARK
Now you’re being ridiculous.

NOG
Am I? You’ve lived here longer
than I have. And who are the
women you’ve been closest to
in that time? A Cardassian. A
Klingon. And now a Bajoran.
None of those are particularly
known for their passive and
subservient females.

Nog is making good points, and Quark doesn’t like it.

QUARK
That’s different. That’s fun.
But the Rules are clear –
females and finances don’t mix.

NOG
I bet you think females and
engineering don’t mix either. But
more than half my department
heads are females.

QUARK
That’s your problem. Treir is
my problem, and I don’t believe
in equality for females.

NOG
I think you do. But you think
you shouldn’t. That’s why you
give her such a hard time.

QUARK
It’s a Rule, Nog. When you live
by a set of Rules, you don’t
just get to pick and choose
which ones you stick to.

NOG
Of course you do! If one of
those rules doesn’t make sense
anymore, and getting rid of it
would actually help you, then
that’s what you do. It’s just
a matter of making the best
use of the resources you’ve
got. Father realized that. The
whole rest of Ferenginar has
realized it. So why can’t you?

Quark hates this. He knows Nog is right, but he’s fighting against it with everything he has. He turns and walks away, round the end of the bar and onto the main floor. Then he won’t have to listen anymore.


19 INT. DS9 – PROMENADE

On one of the benches periodically dotted along the length the Promenade – specifically the one closest to Quark’s – sits Malic. Casual, relaxed, legs crossed, just enjoying the fact that no-one can touch him.

Further down the Promenade, Treir approaches, escorted by Cenn (still carrying her bag) and the other officer. Treir and Cenn tense as they notice Malic sitting there.

CENN
Ignore him. Nothing he can do.

They keep walking, keeping a wary eye on Malic. They approach the door to Quark’s, where two more security still stand. But just before they pass through the door...

MALIC

calmly lifts his wrist to his mouth, and with a smug smile, speaks into a comm device.

MALIC
Energise.

There’s a twinkling sound in the air as a transporter signal begins to form...

CENN

reacts instantly. He drops the bag and shoves Treir hard, pushing her through the doorway into Quark’s.

TREIR

passes through the force field, which fritzes across the door. One of the other security joins her and stands in front of her, keeps her safe.

CENN

is now standing right where Treir was, where the transport signal is forming. He begins to dematerialize...

ECU

on Cenn’s wrist – he’s wearing a metallic cuff separate from his uniform. Lights on the cuff flash...

...and the transporter signal gets distorted, interference getting in the way...

...and the transport finally gives up, Cenn resolidifying. The buzzing sound in the air is replaced with a small sonic boom as the transporter signal fails. Malic’s grin drops – he’s foiled.

Treir pants, recovering from the shock and fear. Cenn and the other security stand firm, staring Malic down. Quark has seen the whole thing. He walks up to just inside the door of the bar, and shakes his head, gloating.

QUARK
Oh, Malic. Do you really think
we’re that na´ve?

Malic stands, trying to make himself look taller.

QUARK
See that little trinket on Major
Cenn’s wrist? That’s a transport
inhibitor. Blocks any signal that
isn’t pre-approved by station
command. All the security folks
wear them. One of Lieutenant
Ro’s inventions.
(beat)
You remember Lieutenant Ro. The
woman who sent you to prison,
and beat both of your enforcers
unconscious?

Malic glares back. Quark reaches up and taps mid-air, making the force field fritz again.

QUARK
And this... this is a force field,
so there’s no way to transport
Treir from inside the bar either.
And don’t bother trying to track
the frequency - they change it
every hour. In fact, I gotta
say, this was a pretty weak
effort all round, Malic.

Still refusing to say a word, Malic just turns and begins to walk away. But Quark isn’t finished yet.

QUARK
Oh Malic...

Gritting his teeth, Malic turns back...

QUARK (cont)
...Just in case you do try
and violate sovereign Ferengi
territory anyway, you should
probably know that I just got
off the comm with my brother...
(pointedly)
...the Grand Nagus. He’s sending
three heavily armed Ferengi
Marauders to the station to...
protect his interests in this
matter. And Malic... I really
don’t think you want to be
here when they arrive.

Furious but trying not to show it, Malic turns and walks away. He’s going to get Quark for this.

On Quark’s smug, victorious expression...


FADE OUT:


END OF ACT THREE


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