25 EXT. TARLAK GROUNDS
Where we left it. The crowd is fighting amongst themselves, but a significant number have targeted Garak himself.
Death to Garak! Death to the traitors!
Garak watches them approach, barely present. At the last heís grabbed from behind by Parmak and quickly hustled out of the way. Itís not unlike when Jartek did the same for Ghemor. Will it have the same result? Garak doesnít care.
As what pitiful security there is futilely holds back the crowd, Parmak quickly drags Garak down behind the stage. Thereís an old grate in the building walls that once led into a sewer. Parmak pulls it aside, drags Garak into the opening with him, and pulls it closed. Theyíve escaped.
26 INT. UNDERGROUND PASSAGE
A hidden square-cut passageway through the bowels of the city. Cold stone, damp walls, barely any light. Parmak and Garak dash along it.
27 INT. BASEMENT ROOM
A door opens and Parmak shoves Garak through it. As Parmak makes sure the door is securely closed, Garak goes to take a seat at a table. He sits, and looks down at the table, not looking at the other people in the room.
Sat behind a fairly large and ornate desk is PYTHAS. He sits in a primitive wheelchair, and his face is disfigured and warped Ė not with the disease like Palandineís, but with burns from the original Dominion attack. His voice is calm and measured, despite the enormous pain he must be in.
Standing behind him is LIMOR, Enabran Tainís former aide as seen in 8x09 ďA Stitch in Time.Ē Thin and wiry, the kind of man who barely ever moves or speaks, so that when he does, you know he has a purpose.
What was that all about, Elim?
I couldnít give the speech.
Iím tired of them. They behave
So you scold them like children?
Did you think that would bring
them together? Theyíre afraid.
Iím sorry. I couldnít control myself.
Garak looks up, still empty. Limor is staring back at him. The door opens again, and DEJAR enters (last seen 10x07 ďInstinctĒ). Sheís been listening to a comm chip in her ear, and reports to Pythas, as if Garak isnít even there.
Itís getting worse. The battle
is raging throughout the Tarlak
Sector. It seems the Directorate
had planned on breaking up the
rally in any event. Garak just
made their task easier.
Send the Paldar and Akleen units.
That will exhaust our reserves.
What else can we do, Dejar? Give
them the coordinates and stay in
Dejar accepts the instructions and leaves the room again.
How many more fires can we put
out, Pythas? This happens every
time. Whenever we make some kind
of progress, negotiate a truce,
a reconciliation... some act of
violence destroys it all again.
Heís not wrong, Pythas. Mondrig
is still out there somewhere,
whipping up paranoia. And who
can blame them for listening?
There has to be a reason why so
many have died, and Federation
genocide makes as much sense
as anything else.
Itís a stalemate, Pythas. Thereís
no productivity, our resources
are at a critical low Ė
Yes, I know this, Elim. And the
fact that you know it as well
makes me wonder all the more
why you werenít able to control
yourself and follow through with
our plan to reconcile those
groups out there.
Because itís futile. All you
had to was look into their eyes.
They want revenge, someone to
blame. The thugs were waiting
for the opening to attack us,
Dejar said so herself. The only
people who want reconciliation
are the plague survivors, and
whoís going to listen to them?
Then what, Elim? You must have
had something in mind when you
delivered your lecture today.
We have to contact the Federation.
Nobody expected him to say that. In the silence that follows, Dejar re-enters the room again. She notices the awkward silence, but chooses not to break it. Finally, Pythas clears his throat.
I quote you, Elim. Itís futile.
Futile to return to the Vinculum,
perhaps. For whatever reason,
Doctor Bashir was not able to
maintain our contact there.
it all before)
If Bashir was ever there.
Garak glares at him, but Parmak stands his ground. In the silence again, Dejar finally speaks.
The Directorate is pinned down.
They want to negotiate a truce
that would let them return home.
No. They donít need any martyrs.
Keep them isolated. I want to
talk to their commanders.
Dejar nods her acceptance again, but before she can leave, Garak brings it back to his favourite topic. Heís a dog with a bone, and he wonít let it go.
Maybe Bashir was never in the
Vinculum. Maybe it was a dream.
But the vaccine I came back
with wasnít a dream. Parmak and
I have travelled this planet
administering it, and it works.
Again, I canít deny what Garak
is saying, Pythas.
And the Federation approved our
receiving the formula. Anyone
who says that they would try
to murder us all with disease
doesnít know them the way I do.
If I can somehow explain to
them what our present needs Ė
Must I remind you, Elim, why
Ghemor was assassinated?
He was assassinated because he
trusted the wrong people!
Precisely. Mondrig wanted him
dead because he was friendly
towards the Federation. Thatís
part of the reason we rejected
their support afterwards. If
the Reunion Project formally
allied with the Federation,
whatís to stop the Directorate
from allying with the Klingons
or the Romulans in response?
And then where would we be?
What is to stop them doing that
anyway? We cannot let fear of
what they might do stop us from
doing what we know is necessary.
The risk is too great, Elim. To
many of our people, Ghemor was
a traitor for even speaking to
the Federation, and for all we
know it was one of our own
people who killed him.
Garak keeps quiet Ė he hasnít told anyone the truth about that. Pythas continues, getting almost irate.
And what are you going to do,
Elim? Announce your departure
for Earth with the intention of
standing before the Federation
Council, and leave us to face
the reaction to your treachery?
Pythas is making good points. Garak is a bit petulant about that. But he already has a plan. Quietly, confidently...
No-one will know Iíve gone.
Pythas goes quiet. His scarred face gazes at Garak.
Youíre serious about this.
Fine. But when you turn up in
Paris, who is not going to know
youíre there? Youíre no longer
some anonymous operative in the
Order. Youíve become the public
face of the Reunion Project.
No-one will know.
Garak looks at Limor. The way the old man looks back at him implies he knows precisely what Garak is suggesting.
How is Mindur Timotís health
Heís well enough. But Iím not
so sure about you, Garak.
Whatís this about?
I believe Garak wants to go
to Earth... as a hew-mon.
No. Pythas, do you remember when
Entek abducted the Bajoran, Kira
Nerys, and had her transformed
into a Cardassian?
Pythas looks back at him blankly. Limor takes pity.
Timot devised and performed the
procedure to make a member of
one species appear as another.
A Bajoran as a Cardassian... a
Cardassian as a hew-mon.
Was this done often?
A number of occasions. But the
procedure lacked... precision.
Iíll tell that to Kira the next
time I see her.
But why would you want to take
the chance, Elim?
Because weíve run out of other
solutions, my friend. And if we
donít find one soon, youíll be
able to add Cardassians to the
interplanetary list of extinct
species. And because I made a
promise to someone.
And how would you explain your
After todayís behaviour? Easily.
The room goes quiet as everyone ponders the idea, weighing up the pros and cons. Pythas looks to Limor and Dejar. Limor gives him an almost imperceptible nod. Pythas sighs.
How would you present yourself?
How else, Pythas? As a plain
and simple tailor.
END OF ACT THREE