36 INT. DS9 – HABITAT RING CORRIDOR
Where we left it. Taran’atar slowly advances down the empty corridor towards Ro, who backs away, but doesn’t run.
This is all your own fault, you
know. You did this to yourself.
I don’t know what you’re talking
Stop lying to yourself, Laren.
You’re dying on the floor of the
Infirmary right now, because you
left yourself wide open to it.
It wasn’t me! It was Section 31!
It was you. If you hadn’t been
a pathetic drug addict, they’d
never have had the opening.
I’m not an addict!
Then what do you call someone
who steals, lies to her friends,
thinks of nothing but her own
pain and when she can take her
You broke my back!
That healed months ago. Bashir
told you so. Did he lie?
Ro takes a few more stumbling steps back... but he is still coming. And she hasn’t answered his question.
You knew what would happen from
the first moment you took that
hypospray out of the trash. It’s
pointless to pretend you didn’t.
You’d weaned yourself off them
once. So why? Why deliberately
choose to use them again?
37 INT. DS9 – DARK ROOM
Because of you!
Bashir paces back and forth before the restrained Cole and L’Haan. They’re tied up, and yet Bashir is the one who feels helpless. Vaughn stands back and observes.
You already had me. You had Ro
and Vaughn. You didn’t need to
take Dax and the others too.
They’re not a part of this.
No, they’re not. But they’re not
the point either. They’re just a
distraction, something to throw
us off our game and keep the rest
of the crew occupied trying to
save them. They probably don’t
even especially want them dead.
They’re just expendable extras.
38 INT. DS9 – MAIN OPS CENTRE
If your crew is as good as you
think, then you have nothing
to worry about, do you?
On Shar, as he works his console with pin-point focus and determination...
Got it! There’s a point-seven-
three lag in the bounce-back
from my tachyon scan around
the central core, level nine.
That means a sensor-shielded
zone of about fifty square
metres. They’re there.
Bowers. Send your security team
to the central core, level nine.
All of you get down there too –
we may have found them, but we
need to get them out safely.
Shar, Nog and Bowers grab tricorders and phasers, and head over towards the transporter platform.
Ops to Tarses, possible medical
emergency in the central core,
level nine. Take a shipload of
hyronalin with you – there may
be radiation injuries.
The three of them stand on the transporter platform and dissolve away. Kira bites her lip in worry...
39 INT. DS9 - INFIRMARY
Tarses dashes around the room, grabbing triage kits for his shoulder bag.
Acknowledged, Captain. Tarses
out. Kris, keep an eye on Ro.
He runs to the pharmacy store, grabs three canisters and shoves them into his bag. He’s about to run out...
Check the canisters. If some-
one’s been swapping the labels
you should make sure you’re
actually taking hyronalin.
Right. Good idea. Thanks.
As Tarses takes the canisters back out again to check them, Richter turns back to Ro. She’s peacefully resting, tubes attached to both wrists and eyes fluttering in REM.
40 INT. DS9 – HABITAT RING CORRIDOR
Ro backs away. She can stagger a few inches, but seems incapable of running. Taran’atar continues to advance.
Me? I made you deliberately
give yourself an addiction?
Yes! Just by being here!
You told me you forgave me. That
you understood that my hurting
you wasn’t my fault.
Well... no... it wasn’t, but...
Then why keep blaming me?
Who else have I got to blame?
In answer, Taran’atar sneers at her. She has herself.
41 INT. DS9 – DARK ROOM
Cole sneers at Vaughn, refusing to play the victim.
You brought this on yourselves,
you know. If you’d just minded
your own business...
You sent L’Haan before we ever
got involved with the Eav’oq.
We could see where things were
going. So determined to be best
friends with the Dominion. All
you did was bring the Ascendants
down on us. You screwed up.
We’re trying to stop a peaceful,
innocent people from being wiped
out. How in your twisted version
of morality is that a bad thing?
See, this is where you’re going
wrong. Morality doesn’t enter
into it. It’s about what’s best
for citizens of the Federation.
What keeps them sleeping sound
in their beds at night. Always
has been. And whatever has to be
done to achieve that... we do.
My God... you’re as bad as the
Tal Shiar or the Obsidian Order.
No we’re not! We’re much better
than them! Romulans, Cardassians,
they lived in constant fear of
what the secret police might do
if they spoke out of turn. Us...
The average Federation citizen
doesn’t even know we exist. We
don’t want to control them. We
do what we do to protect their
rights to do whatever they want.
That’s what Starfleet is for.
Bingo. We all work towards the
same ends, Doctor. We just have
slightly different methods.
And yours include assassination,
Oh, blah blah blah. We do what
no-one else will, so they don’t
have to. You should be grateful.
(to a child)
You. Murder. People.
Needs of the many.
(nod to L’Haan)
A little something our Vulcan
friends taught us years ago.
Bashir just can’t get his head around how anybody could possibly think that way. Vaughn observes coldly...
42 INT. DS9 – INDUSTRIAL ROOM
Dax, Quark and Prynn still stand where they’ve been. They look worse for wear but trying their best to hold on.
I can’t stand up any longer...
my back hurts, my legs hurt...
I tell you what – I used to be
a gymnast, and I know a lot
of techniques for holding your
posture as straight and smooth
as possible with minimum effort.
I don’t know. I was never very
good at... exercise.
Just start with the breathing.
Take long, slow breaths. Roll
your shoulders back.
All three of them follow her instructions.
Okay, good. Now - straighten
the spine, switch on your core
stomach muscles to protect the
back. Imagine there’s a string
through the top of your head,
and it’s pulling you up tight.
Prynn closes her eyes and breathes deeply, tries to do as she’s told. Pause, deep breath. But she frowns, distracted.
I need to pee.
Dax snorts with involuntary laughter.
Stop it – don’t make me laugh.
But I do! I can practically
feel it running down my leg.
Now Quark laughs too. Dax tries to stay firm, but...
Seriously, stop it. If you make
me laugh, I’ll wet myself too.
You think if we do wet ourselves,
it’ll stay inside the forcefield
and just keep building up?
I hope not. I had dinner at the
Bolian restaurant. I think I’d
be better off taking my chances
with the radiation.
Dax howls with laughter. They’re all laughing now. Then...
Quiet! Somebody’s out there.
I didn’t hear anything.
Perhaps you noticed the ears?
Dax accepts his reasoning. They take deep breaths...
43 INT. DS9 – LOWER ENGINEERING CORE
Help! We’re in here! Help!
Nog, Shar and Bowers are working with machines against a large bulkhead of grimy metal, down near the central core. The THROB of the main fusion core rises and falls nearby.
With them are Tarses and some of our regular security faces – SEVAK, ALECO, SHUL and others – all armed just in case. Nog reacts to something only he can hear...
I heard something. I think
At least that means they’re
alive. Keep going.
Shar and Nog focus on their machines...
44 INT. DS9 – HABITAT RING CORRIDOR
Taran’atar is almost on top of the near-paralysed Ro...
You know in your mind that I am
not to blame for your problems.
You’ve been a mess all your life.
But your heart, your... pagh...
they cannot forgive me. And so
you escape from it all.
Only it doesn’t work, does it?
Because you’re still a mess deep
down. You take the drugs so you
won’t feel your pain... but all
you do is feel your pain.
No! It’s you! It’s you!
And with those words she launches into a furious flurry of PUNCHES, hitting Taran’atar as hard as she can with everything she’s got. Taran’atar takes it without protest.
45 INT. DS9 - INFIRMARY
On Ro, as she lies on the bio-bed, eyes flickering in her unconsciousness. Richter hovers somewhere out of sight.
46 INT. DS9 – DARK ROOM
Cole is still acting like he’s the one in control. Vaughn and Bashir glare at them from the darkness.
I don’t care how you justify
it. Me, Ro, Bashir... we’re
going to put a stop to it. All
of it. Here and now. With you.
He turns to L’Haan, who blinks in feigned surprise.
My apologies, Commander – my
mind drifted. Something was
boring me to sleep... but I
promise it was not your banal
and pointless platitudes. It
was something else entirely.
Cole smirks. Vaughn is not so impressed.
So... you’ve both got smart
mouths. You know what that
tells me? That you’re worried.
Or maybe we’re just smart.
Then you must have guessed what
we want. We want you to fix what
you did to Taran’atar. Take out
your subconscious control and
let him make his own decisions.
And if I refuse? Which I assure
you I do? How do you propose to
You can’t torture us, Elias. For
one thing, it would make you as
“bad” as us. And for another...
do you really imagine we haven’t
been trained to resist pain?
Especially a Vulcan? Come on!
Answer me this. Have you been
trained to resist a seriously
pissed off Jem’Hadar?
Vaughn lifts his arm, taps a control on the transporter wrist-strap. The darkness lights up with another Cardassian transporter signal... which reveals Taran’atar. The Jem’Hadar soldier looks around, briefly disoriented. But as he spots Vaughn and Bashir, he understands. He looks at Cole and L’Haan, and growls menacingly.
You see, Mister Cole... you
thought you were tricking me
by sending L’Haan. I figured
it out. Then I thought I was
tricking you by sending Doctor
Bashir. You figured that out.
Taran’atar begins to advance towards L’Haan.
You tricked me by having Etana
here as your spy all along. So
now it’s my turn again. You
thought Taran’atar would be your
perfect mark. Bred to do what
he’s told, no questions. Had it
been any other Jem’Hadar, you
might have been right. But this
man is stronger than that.
And now, he knows exactly what
you did to him.