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|May 13 2012, 01:18 PM||#2|
Re: DS9 Season 10, ep 10x19 - "Reset"
1 INT. PRISON CELL
Dark stone walls, bare of any identifying marks. A single high window, out of reach of human hands, but still barred. It lets in weak and watery light, the only light in the room. PAN DOWN from this window, until we find...
VAUGHN and RO. Both are dressed in the rough and dirty civilian clothes they wore in 10x16 “I Will Survive,” and both look like they’ve been through a fight. They sit on the ground, backs against opposite walls of the cell.
(still not sure)
Just goes to show, doesn’t it?
You never can tell. Although,
to be fair to the admiral,
“working with” isn’t strictly
accurate. He doesn’t consider
himself a member. Doesn’t
believe in their policies. He
just recognizes that they have
certain resources and techniques
that can be useful in extreme
circumstances. He likes to think
he’s using them, rather than the
other way around. They’re happy
to let him have his illusions.
Ro shakes her head, having trouble accepting what Vaughn is teaching her.
I always thought, if there was
any admiral up to their neck in
Section 31, it wouldn’t be Ross.
It would be Akaar if anyone.
I know you have your past with
LJ. But I really do think you
judge him unfairly.
He ruined my life.
He thought you betrayed him.
Capellans take that kind of
thing very seriously.
It wasn’t my fault.
He doesn’t know that. He has no
idea Section 31 even exists.
But he’s, like, seven hundred
years old. One of the highest
ranking admirals there is.
Yes. He’s also a true believer
in the virtue and honesty of
the Federation. And I’ve worked
very hard to make sure he stays
that way. Someone has to have
that confidence in the system,
in the values the Federation is
based on. I’d hate for everyone
to be as cynical as me.
What about people like Nechayev?
You said she was pushing for a
more aggressive stance towards
the Dominion. Section 31 want
to keep us as enemies as well.
True. Nechayev often has to think
like them, make similar decisions.
But even the head of Starfleet
Intelligence has to answer to a
panel of other admirals, to the
C-in-C, and through them to the
President and Federation charter.
Thirty-One claims to get their
authority from the charter, but
in reality, they answer to no-
one but themselves.
So you and Batanides decided to
give them their answer.
Marta’s only been one of us for
about six years. I’ve been in
it for almost three decades.
But she’s in charge.
She is the admiral. I suppose
in effect it’s more like Marta
and I work together, what with
my greater experience. But she
has final say. Conversely, since
she’s higher profile, she’s more
vulnerable. Hence why I’m taking
point on this mission, not her.
Besides... it’s my fault we’re
in this mess in the first place.
What do you mean?
L’Haan. I’m the one who called
her in. I practically handed
Taran’atar right over to them.
I had my suspicions. I didn’t
do anything about them. Not
until it was too late.
Why didn’t you?
Because I didn’t want to think I
was right. I wanted to believe
that I was out of that life for
good. I’d started this whole new
life on DS-Nine. Exploration,
family... peace. I liked that.
Well, now you’ve got Bashir.
You’ve got me. You can be out
of it, if you want.
Nice thought. But it doesn’t
work like that.
Bashir wants to help, you know.
You haven’t forced him to do
anything he doesn’t want to.
What I’ve learned about Bashir
is that he loves an adventure.
A daring mission with little
chance of success... he could
never resist. I knew he’d agree
to it. He made it easy for me.
Are you going to use my issues
to get to me?
Do I need to?
There’s a clanking noise, a jangling and clunking of heavy metal. Vaughn looks towards the prison cell’s cold steel door. The small eye-level hatch slides open.
Ah. Here we are.
The worried face of BASHIR appears at the hatch, peering in. Vaughn and Ro get to their feet, brush themselves down. The heavy metal door swings open, and Bashir stands there.
Commander? Lieutenant? You
Fine, Doctor. All part of the
plan. We’ve been expecting you.
Part of the plan?
Well, yes. The easiest way to
get into the heart of Section 31
was to get them to bring us in.
Getting beaten up was part of
Look, it worked, didn’t it?
Aren’t you risking your cover
letting us out?
I don’t think it’s a problem.
Mister Cole is nowhere around.
He’s not? Where is he?
No idea. I haven’t seen him in
days. He left me going over
some intelligence files. That’s
why it took me so long to find
you and get you out. Sorry.
Vaughn stops to ponder. Why isn’t Cole around?
Is that bad?
I don’t know. Have you managed
to track L’Haan down yet?
I’m afraid not. I tried every-
thing short of asking Cole “Hey,
where’s L’Haan?” I’m probably
hampered by having to look like
I’m on his side, but still, it’s
frustrating. All this time and
we’re no closer to our goal.
We don’t have much more time
left, Doctor. The Ascendants
For all we know, they might have
already hit while we’ve been in
here. Deep Space Nine and Bajor
could be rubble right now.
Don’t say that. Don’t tempt fate.
L’Haan... where is she?
As Vaughn creases up his lined, old face with worry...
2 ON L’HAAN
The Vulcan woman L’HAAN rests calmly, her eyes closed in peaceful meditation. The light of a candle flickers on her face, but we don’t yet see her surroundings.
There’s a small, rhythmic beep – a computer indicator. She slowly opens her eyes, brings herself out of meditation. She turns to her side, and we see a comm panel beside her.
The comm panel is of Cardassian design. L’Haan works its controls, receives a message in Vulcan script. She reads what it says with restraint and composure. Turns back to her meditation lamp, looking just the tiniest bit eager.
PULL BACK slowly. We see where L’Haan is sitting – a bare, disused industrial area, with rusty machines and pulleys and pistons and trolleys. She’s alone here.
PULL BACK further, as we recede through the body of the construct, seeing more and more industrial machinery in our way. Finally we PULL BACK through a grimy porthole...
3 EXT. DEEP SPACE NINE
...and find ourselves pulling away from the outer skin of Deep Space Nine. The porthole was in one of the engineering sections in the lower core area. We continue to PULL BACK, gradually seeing the entire station, with the Defiant on the docking ring and freighters moving elsewhere...
END OF TEASER
|May 13 2012, 01:19 PM||#3|
Re: DS9 Season 10, ep 10x19 - "Reset"
4 INT. DS9 - PROMENADE
Morning on the Promenade, as officers and civilians and random aliens head to work. Morning services are letting out at the Shrine, and the jumja kiosk is just opening, but Quark’s Bar is already bustling with the breakfast crowd.
ETANA KOL and KRISTEN RICHTER walk together out of Quark’s after breakfast, hand-in-hand and perfectly content.
Ah, good old bacon and eggs
for breakfast. Nothing like
it. Even if it is replicated.
If you say so. I still think
it’s foul stuff.
That’s because you’re a heathen
who wouldn’t know good food if
it slapped her about the face.
It’s all just cute couple-y banter. They pause outside the Infirmary, and lean in for a quick kiss.
See you later, yeah?
Yep. Gotta get that paperwork
finished, but then the joy of
mid-shift is mine to possess.
Another quick peck, and Etana heads off. Richter watches her go with a smile, then turns to enter the Infirmary.
5 INT. DS9 - INFIRMARY
Richter enters to find SIMON TARSES working, scanning and cataloguing the contents of the pharmacy alcove.
Morning, Doctor Tarses.
Oh, hi Kristen. Sleep well?
Like a temeseen.
I have no idea what that is,
but I’ll assume it’s good.
With an amused pout, Richter heads off to start her work.
6 INT. DS9 – HABITAT RING CORRIDOR
TARAN’ATAR walks along the corridor, alone. The civilians and officers he passes on the way are getting used to his being around, but they still keep a wary eye, just in case. He reaches his quarters and the door opens...
7 INT. DS9 – TARAN’ATAR’S QUARTERS
...and he enters. The instant he does, he knows something is wrong. The door closes, and he drops into a fighting stance, his senses reaching out to detect the problem.
Then Admiral BATANIDES emerges from the bedroom. Small and gentle, nothing to a Jem’Hadar. But she smiles confidently.
Ambassador. A pleasure to meet
you at last.
Who are you? And why are you
in my quarters?
My name is Marta. And... it’s
about time we had a talk.
Taran’atar is wary, but he doesn’t attack. He finds himself intrigued as to what this strange woman might say.
8 INT. DS9 – QUARK’S BAR
Busy with breakfast eaters and pleasant chatter. QUARK himself stands behind the bar. He’s watching across the other side of the room, where Major CENN is eating at a table. TREIR strolls up to check if he needs anything else, and by the look on Cenn’s face, all he needs is Treir. Quark rolls his eyes and chuckles. Not a chance.
There’s the beep of an incoming communication, and Quark turns away to his comm panel. He presses a few keys.
Welcome to Quark’s Bar, Grill,
Embassy, Gaming Hall and Holo-
suite Arcade. Ambassador Quark
at your service. Please state
the nature of the catering
Uncle, it’s me... Nog. I’m up
in Holosuite Three. Could you
come up here a minute?
I’m busy, Nog. Can it wait?
Taran’atar tore a hole in the
wall again. I need your thumb
print to authorise the repairs.
It’ll take five seconds.
Fine. Treir can handle things
for five seconds, I guess.
He stabs the comm to close, and mutters under his breath.
That damn Jem’Hadar. Who’d have
thought I’d ever miss Worf?
With a humph, he heads out from the bar and up the spiral staircase to the holosuites.
9 INT. DS9 – QUARK’S BAR, HOLOSUITE CORRIDOR
Quark stomps along, reaches the holosuite, enters...
10 INT. DS9 – HOLOSUITE
...and finds a bare holosuite grid. He walks in a few steps, turns with an exasperated sigh. Nog is not here.
Nog! Stop screwing around! I
told you I’m busy. ...Nog!
The door opens again, and EZRI DAX enters.
Hey, Quark. What’s up?
What’s “up” ? What’s up is that
my nephew has decided to waste
my time with stupid games...
...that do not befit the
dignity of a Starfleet officer!
There’s no response. Dax looks at him, mystified.
No, I mean, what did you want
to see me about?
I didn’t want to see you about
anything. I’m here to see Nog.
The door opens again, and PRYNN TENMEI rushes in.
Okay, I’m here! Nobody panic,
everything’s under control.
What’s the big crisis?
Dax looks at her, confused. Back to Quark. Back to Prynn.
There is no crisis. Is there?
Well, there was two minutes ago,
when you called me up over the
comm and said, “Come to Holo-
suite Three, we have a crisis.”
I never called you, Prynn.
Uh, yeah, you did. Two minutes
No, I didn’t. Quark called me up
here to meet me in private and
talk about something. Wouldn’t
tell me what.
And I got a call from Nog, he
needed me to authorise repairs.
Nog’s in Ops.
They all look between themselves, baffled and increasingly worried. What is going on here?
Okay, forget this. Somebody’s
playing games with us.
Just as she turns to leave again, the holosuite door slams shut. The lights go out. It’s almost completely dark.
What the –
Dax to Kira. What’s going on?
Three Cardassian transporter signals suddenly light up the room. Dax, Quark and Prynn look to each other in alarm, scared and surprised, as all three dissolve in the golden swirling beams. Holosuite Three is left empty.
11 EXT. SPACE – EARTH ORBIT
Bright and gleaming blue, Earth’s surface looks peaceful and harmless. The mushroom Space Station is in orbit, and various Starfleet ships and freighters move back and forth.
12 INT. COLE’S APARTMENT – LIVING ROOM
The wood-panelled, leather sofa’d lounge, as seen in 10x15 “I Will Survive.” The room is unoccupied, the fire unlit.
The large double door creaks open, and Bashir pokes his head in. Scans the room visually, just to make sure. He nods and opens the door further, letting Vaughn and Ro in with him. Ro carefully closes the door behind them.
I still don’t like this. Cole is
the director of Section 31. Or
one of the directors at least.
He wouldn’t disappear like this
unless he was on a mission.
Might be nothing to do with us.
It might... But do you really
think we’re that lucky?
Let’s just take the chance we’ve
been given. Even if it’s a trick,
we’ll never get a better one.
What are we looking for?
I don’t know. Sloan already told
me there’s no central store of
records or paper trail of what
Section 31 gets up to. It would
leave them open to exactly what
we’re trying to do. But we have
to try anyway. Check that book
shelf over there.
Ro does as Bashir says. Vaughn stands, pondering, thinking it all through. Bashir goes to the big painting over the fireplace, begins feeling along its edge. Maybe there’s a safe or something behind it.
Bashir finds a catch of some kind, and presses it. The painting seems to dissolve into thin air, via some kind of subtle transport beam. Behind it is a comm screen.
At the bottom of the screen is a flashing icon. Vaughn and Ro approach, curious. With a nod from Vaughn, Bashir pulls his sleeve over his hand and reaches with his cloth-covered finger to touch the icon. The screen comes to life...
...with a close-up image of Quark. The Ferengi is staring into the screen, eyes wide in panic, shaking, breathing in shallow gasps. He’s plainly terrified.
Quark? What the hell are -
Quark reacts in desperate hope to the familiar voice.
The image on the screen moves sideways, away from Quark. The next face in line is Dax. Just as scared as Quark, but controlling it better, and with a touch of righteous anger. Ro, Bashir and Vaughn share worried glances...
On screen, the image shifts sideways again, revealing the next face in line – Prynn. Vaughn’s eyes flare in fury. This is the worst possible thing someone could do to him.
The image shifts again, pulling back a little until we see all three side by side. They are standing ram-rod straight in a dark room, with no clear sign of what it is that has them so scared. But then a new figure steps into frame – L’Haan, wearing the all-black uniform of Section 31. She looks into the camera with infuriating calmness.
What have you done to them?
I have done nothing. Yet. Once
I leave this room it will flood
with radiation. The forcefields
that currently surround your...
friends... are strong enough to
protect them from the radiation.
They are not, however, strong
enough to protect them from
Vaughn, Bashir and Ro frown in confusion...
If your companions move more
than a matter of centimetres,
they will contact the fields.
This will cause the fields to
collapse... and expose them to
the radiation. The result will
be quite remarkably painful,
and in mere moments, fatal. I
believe I’ve made myself clear.
The signal drops, and the screen goes blank. Bashir and Ro both look to Vaughn for what to do next.
Vaughn tenses with renewed anger...
13 EXT. DEEP SPACE NINE
Sitting at rest, seemingly peaceful...
14 INT. DS9 – QUARTERS
Mister COLE sits calmly, with legs crossed, at a table. Quite relaxed and chummy.
Thank you for meeting with me.
I realise your time is valuable
right now, so I’ll try not to
take up too much of it.
Let me start by saying how very
helpful it’s been having you
here, keeping an eye on things
for me. I especially value the
reports you’ve submitted to me.
They’ve helped me more than you
know. And I know how difficult
it must have been to stay...
“invisible,” so to speak.
But there’s something more I
need you to do for me, if you
wouldn’t mind. You know I like
my agents to remain hands-off
whenever possible. But this is
something I’m afraid I can’t
do through my normal channels.
It’s a tiny thing, barely
noticeable. But you are in the
perfect position to help me.
... to reveal at last that he is talking to Etana Kol.
That’s alright, Mister Cole. I’m
happy to help however I can.
What do you need me to do?
Off Etana’s open, helpful face...
END OF ACT ONE
|May 13 2012, 01:36 PM||#4|
Re: DS9 Season 10, ep 10x19 - "Reset"
15 INT. DS9 - INFIRMARY
The door opens, and Etana strolls in from the Promenade. Relaxed, happy, no problems. She’s carrying a small satchel over her shoulder.
Looking in through the partition to the surgical suite, she sees Tarses examining a civilian patient – nothing serious, maybe a rash or something – and Richter in support. Etana smiles at the sight of her girlfriend.
Etana moves on past towards the pharmacy area. With a quick check to make sure the others are busy, she opens up her satchel and pulls out a metal canister.
She goes to the shelf where we’ve seen Ro take canisters from before, and removes the first one. She replaces it with the one from her bag. Then she pulls another device from her bag, and points it at the label on the original canister. She activates the device...
INSERT – THE CANISTER
...and the device’s beam rewrites the canister’s label.
BACK TO SCENE
She then puts the device back in her bag.
Oh, hey babe. You just get in?
With the changed canister still in her hand, Etana turns to see that Richter has wandered up.
Yeah, just a second ago. Thought
I’d get a start on checking the
pharmacy stores. Don’t want to
get yelled at again.
She nonchalantly places the changed canister somewhere else on the shelves, and nods at a job well done.
16 EXT. SPACE
A small, fast Starfleet ship zooms through space at highest possible warp. A runabout would do, but I’d rather it was something like Picard’s supershuttle from “Insurrection.”
17 INT. SHUTTLE - COCKPIT
Vaughn is at the helm, driving the shuttle forwards as fast as it will go, safety limits be damned. Bashir nervously hovers behind him, and further back, at the rear of the cabin, is Ro. Vibrating, twitching, ready to snap.
How did they know?
I don’t know, Doctor.
Do you think she’s been there
I don’t know, Doctor.
Bashir steps away, realising Vaughn isn’t in the mood right now. They’re all on edge. This is a desperate rush, and no-one has time for niceties. He goes to Ro instead.
How much longer?
It’s a few days’ trip from Earth
to Bajor at best. Just be glad
Vaughn was able to commandeer
this shuttle on short notice.
Bashir notices Ro’s agitated state. They’re all feeling it, but Ro seems to have it worse.
Are you feeling alright?
Not really, no.
Can I do anything to help?
I don’t need your help.
Bashir looks stung at her tone. Embarrassed at herself, Ro turns and heads into the rear cabin. Bashir watches her go. He suspects there’s more going on than she’s saying.
18 INT. SHUTTLE – REAR CABIN
Ro stomps through the rear cabin, towards the bunks along the walls. She gingerly lowers herself down onto one of the bunks, wary of her back. She reaches into her boot.
She brings out the hypospray that always sits inside. Jams it against her neck and presses the button. Nothing. Empty. She takes out the cartridge, shakes it hard, stuffs it back in and tries again. Nothing. Again. Again. Again. Nothing.
She hurls the hypospray across the room with a frustrated scream. As it SMASHes against the far wall...
SMASH CUT TO:
19 INT. CAVES
Greyed out images, memory flashes. Vaughn and Ro are being attacked by black-clad figures, masked and anonymous. This is the fight that landed them in the jail cell. Ro doesn’t know it’s part of the plan, and she’s fighting like mad.
As she kicks one attacker’s legs out from under him, she tries to simultaneously reach for her backpack. Distracted for the tiniest moment, another attacker punches her hard.
Dazed, she can’t stop the attacker grabbing her backpack, throwing it aside, and VAPORIZING it with a phaser. Ro’s eyes flare as she realizes – her painkillers were in there.
20 INT. SHUTTLE – REAR CABIN
Ro RIPS a panel open on the cabin’s replicator and shoves her hands into the internal circuitry. Thrumming with nervous vibration, hands shaking as they break and remake connections. She’s panting with desperation...
Come on, dammit...
She works some more...
Unable to comply.
Ro keeps working. The computer’s voice is choppy, garbled.
Unable to comply. Unnn...
aaay... bullll... tooo...
Ro screams again in frustration. She yanks her hands out from the circuits and PUNCHES the replicator’s panel in fury. The screen shatters, but she PUNCHES again. PUNCH. And PUNCH. And PUNCH again, screaming more with every one.
The door opens and Bashir rushes in, alerted by the noise. Ro is PUNCHing and PUNCHing. He grabs her, pulls her away from the wall. She struggles against him, but he holds her.
Laren! Laren! What’s wrong?
What are you doing?
Get off me!
But Bashir holds her tight. After a moment, she calms. Her head sags. Once he’s sure she’s okay, he lets her go.
What was that all about?
I’m okay. I’m okay. Just...
letting off a little steam.
We’re all worried, Laren. What
I suggest is that you take that
frustration and channel it into
figuring out what to do next.
Yeah. I guess.
Don’t tell Vaughn.
I think he’s too busy driving
the shuttle into the red zone
to notice anything else.
21 INT. SHUTTLE - COCKPIT
Close on Vaughn, as he pushes the shuttle onwards. His mind is working over all the possibilities, good and bad...
22 INT. DS9 – KIRA’S OFFICE
KIRA and VANNIS sit across the desk from each other, in the midst of another meeting.
The situation in the Dominion
continues to deteriorate. Not
a day passes without at least
one report of Jem’Hadar vessels
fighting each other over some
trivial slight or disagreement.
Can’t the Vorta control them?
The Vorta are as confused as the
Jem’Hadar. They try to follow
the wishes of the Founder, but...
Vannis fades off, ashamed of what she was about to say.
It’s alright. Go on.
I cannot criticise a Founder.
But Odo, because of his unique
upbringing... his desire is to
find consensus wherever possible.
By trying to please everyone...
...He ends up pleasing no-one.
And what of the Ascendants?
We got a new dispatch from our
source this morning. They said
things seem to have gone quiet.
It only makes me more worried.
You suspect they are preparing
for a major offensive.
I don’t know what else to think.
Aren’t you taking a risk too,
talking to me like this?
The Ambassador authorized this
meeting himself. I believe after
our last “confrontation,” he is
attempting to soften his stance.
Well, that’s one good thing, at
least. Thank you for coming,
Vannis. Keep in touch.
Vannis nods, gets up from the chair and leaves. Alone again, Kira sighs and tries to settle back to work.
All the doors suddenly THUNK with the closing of locks. The BLUE LIGHTS in the corners burst into life, bathing the room in an eerie glow. Kira looks up in alarm – she didn’t do this. The air is suddenly pierced with a sharp, painful SQUEAL. Kira is forced to cover her ears and wince from the brain-hurting intensity of it. A transporter signal forms in the lounge area – the new type seen in 10x01 “Emancipation.”
The transporter deposits Vaughn, standing grim and hard. The whining sound dies out, but the blue lights remain. Astonished, Kira rushes over towards him.
I don’t have time to explain,
Captain. Section 31 is moving
against us, here and now.
(re blue lights)
But I thought these things were
supposed to block transporters.
Vaughn brings up his arm, and he’s wearing a metallic wrist strap – like Major Cenn wore in 10x08 “Property Values.”
Ro’s transport inhibitors. Easy
enough to retune them to pass
through. And nobody not wearing
one can follow. Now listen.
L’Haan is here, on the station.
She’s kidnapped Quark, Dax...
...and Prynn. She’s probably
got a scattering field like this
one, so they’ll be tough to find.
Do you have any clues at all?
She threatened them with deadly
radiation. She might have been
lying about that, but we can’t
risk it, and it might be a clue.
I’ll have Tarses break out the
This is my daughter, Captain.
I’m trusting you to save her.
I will, I promise. What about
L’Haan? And Cole?
You leave them to me.
Vaughn presses the controls on his wrist strap. The SQUEAL returns, the transporter forms, and Vaughn disappears.
Kira is instantly in action. She goes to her desk, flips up the secret panel and presses the control. The blue lights die and the doors unlock. She heads out onto Ops...
23 INT. DS9 – INDUSTRIAL ROOM
Dark, almost featureless, but definitely somewhere on Deep Space Nine. Quark, Dax and Prynn all stand side by side in their force field cocoons. They’re all scared and sweaty, wavering on their feet, fighting to stay awake.
I’m exhausted... I’m hungry...
I feel like I’ve been standing
here for days.
That’s because you have been.
I need to sleep...
Stay awake, Quark. If you fall
asleep, we all die.
You don’t know that.
Try it and I’ll kill you myself.
Guys... it’ll be okay. My dad’s
gonna get us out of this. You
know he is. Who was that woman
anyway? And where did she go?
None of them know, but they all fear the worst.
25 INT. DS9 – CORRIDOR
Some similarly deserted area of the station. Ro stalks carefully along the corridor, phaser out. She’s still shaking, on edge, but channelling it like Bashir said.
She reaches a corner, creeps up to it. Pokes her head round quickly to check. Nobody there. She steps out to turn the corner, but as she does...
...we see L’Haan standing behind her, tall and black and expressionless. Ro senses her presence, spins to her...
...but L’Haan effortlessly lifts a leg and KICKS the phaser out of her hand. It smashes to the wall, destroyed. L’Haan looks at Ro, smugly superior.
It is agreeable to see you
I could’a done without it.
But I must thank you. You made
my mission so much easier. You
took me straight to him -
PUNCH in the face. Ro is in no mood to talk – she just launches straight into it. L’Haan goes with the momentum, spins with it and SLAMS Ro right back. And they go to it – a flurry of HITS and dodges and KICKS and evades. L’Haan’s moves are smooth, fluid, economical. Ro is loose and sloppy. Ro is a street-fighter. L’Haan is an assassin.
Finally L’Haan SWEEPS Ro’s legs out from under her, like in the caves. Ro goes down with a clumsy THUD, a yell of pain as her back jars. L’Haan moves in for the kill.
Just as L’Haan reaches her, Ro TWISTS and slaps something around the Vulcan’s wrist – another transporter band. The transporter pattern begins to form over L’Haan. Ro grins victoriously at the confused Vulcan through bloodied teeth.
All part of the plan.
And then L’Haan disappears, beamed away. Ro collapses back to the ground with a tearful scream-moan of agony.
26 INT. DS9 – DARK ROOM
Another unidentified space somewhere in the depths of the station, dark and anonymous. The transporter beam forms...
...and deposits L’Haan into the room. She looks up in mild perplexity... and sees Vaughn holding a phaser. He FIRES.
27 INT. DS9 – INFIRMARY
The door opens, and Ro staggers into the doorway, bloody and beaten. People out on the Promenade are staring, wondering what’s going on. Tarses is nearby, and sees her.
Ro! What the -
Ro stumbles on past him, heading straight for the pharmacy. She’s breathing hard, in blistering pain, no thought in her head but getting to her painkillers. Tarses tries to reach for her and help her – she pushes him out of the way. She gets to the pharmacy, goes straight to the top shelf, opens the canister...
Ro, stop! You can’t just –
She yanks out a drug cartridge, slips it into the hypo she already has in her hand. Tarses tries to grab the hypo off her – she PUNCHES him out of the way. Tarses goes down with an OOF of shock.
Etana rushes in from the other room at the commotion, just in time to see Ro jam the hypo at her neck, and inject. And inject again. And again. And keeps going.
Laren, stop, that’s too much –
Shut up! I need it!
Ro props herself up against the wall as she feels the drug flowing into her system. Peace and bliss in numbness.
There – that’s better.
Her breath catches. She starts shaking. Tries to walk. Her knees buckle beneath her. Hits the floor with a sickening THUD, uncontrollably shaking. She spasms, legs drumming on the floor, foaming at the mouth, eyes rolled up to white.
Tarses rushes to Ro, tries to hold her down. Etana runs to the pharmacy, checks the canister Ro used. It’s the one she swapped earlier. She stares at it, stunned. Looks back at Ro, in the midst of a seizure on the Infirmary floor.
Nurse! Help me! Nurse!
But Etana stares at Ro. Prophets, what has she done?
END OF ACT TWO
|May 13 2012, 01:44 PM||#5|
Re: DS9 Season 10, ep 10x19 - "Reset"
28 INT. DS9 - INFIRMARY
Ro is on the biobed in the surgical suite, shuddering and grunting in the depths of her seizure. Tarses and Richter are both trying their best to control her. Etana stands to one side, gripping the drug canister in horror.
Nurse! I need to know what was
in that canister!
Etana can’t respond. Richter looks at her, confused...
Sergeant Etana! You will help
me with the patient or I will
relieve you of duty.
Coming back to herself a little, Etana shoves the canister at Richter. The human woman takes it, looks at the label.
What?! We don’t even carry that!
And why the hell did Ro go for
it? What is she even doing here?
I thought she was on Kel-Artis.
He said it was a test, to check
if anyone noticed...
Kol, what are you talking about?
Etana can’t answer. She runs out of the room.
Let her go. She’s useless to me
right now. Concentrate! Maraji
alone doesn’t have this effect,
not even in the dose she took.
Something else is going on.
Tarses and Richter get to work saving Ro...
29 INT. DS9 – BASHIR’S QUARTERS
Bashir stands in his quarters...
This is getting out of hand. I’m
asking you to stop it now before
it goes any further. Please.
REVEAL that he’s talking to Cole, who stands opposite him, arms folded, unimpressed and dismissive.
I hope you’re not planning on
begging me. It would just make
the whole thing comical.
I’m serious, Cole! I tried to
trick you before. I admit it.
Obviously it didn’t work. But
I’m not trying to trick you now.
And that’s why you asked me to
meet you in your own quarters,
where you have the home turf.
Honestly, Doctor, I’m insulted
that you think so little of me.
Look, I just want to find a way
out of this that doesn’t end up
with me and all my friends dead.
Might be a little late for that.
What have you done?
I’m guessing you haven’t popped
into the Infirmary since you got
back. Lieutenant Ro’s flopping
about on a biobed like a dying
fish as we speak.
Cole smiles evilly, trying to deliberately provoke Bashir. Bashir is on the verge of taking the bait...
There’s nothing you can pull on
me, Doctor. I’ve taken antidotes
to every airborne sedative. I’m
carrying every kind of transport
blocker known to man. Whatever
you really asked me here for...
you’re not going to get it.
THUMP. Cole slumps to the ground, the victim of a double-fisted punch to the back of the neck by Vaughn. He and Bashir look down at the agent’s unconscious body.
Every technological trick in
the book... and you forget to
look behind you. Idiot.
Is it true about Ro?
I don’t know. She got L’Haan,
but I haven’t seen her since.
I’ve got to get to the Infirmary.
Bashir heads to the door. Vaughn blocks his way.
You’re not going anywhere.
Ro could be dying!
And there are other doctors to
treat her! Unless you’re really
so arrogant as to think nobody
else in Starfleet is capable of
saving a woman’s life but you?
You promised to help me with
Mister Cole, Doctor. You joined
this mission voluntarily. Now
you will follow through with it.
Well then, I guess you have to
decide what’s more important to
you right now. Helping a woman
who’s already in safe hands...
or finishing what you started.
Bashir seethes with indecision...
30 INT. DS9 – MAIN OPS CENTRE
NOG and BOWERS are at their stations on the upper level, feverishly working their panels. SHAR buzzes back and forth between them and his own station, comparing and contrasting readings and information with grim determination.
Kira trots up the staircase from the central table, leans over the console to at least attempt some confidentiality.
Captain, all due respect... but
you’ve basically asked us to
find something that is meant to
to be impossible to find, by
design. We need more to go on.
I’ve given you everything I’ve
got, Nog. A field that scatters
all transporters, sensors and
weapons, somewhere near a major
radiation source. There are
three people inside it, and we
need to find them - now.
Perhaps if we knew exactly what
life signs to search for...
Kira looks unsure. She didn’t want to have to tell them that... but maybe it will help.
Alright, fine. You’re looking
for Trill, Ferengi and human.
Horrified realizations as they figure out who it must be.
There’s only one Trill on board.
There’s only one Ferengi anyone
would bother taking hostage.
But who’s the human?
Kira hesitates again – she knows this will be difficult.
The human is Lieutenant Tenmei.
Shar blanches. Prynn. Nog looks over to him, sympathetic for his friend. With renewed resolve, Shar gets back to work on his consoles. Nog nods too.
We’ll find them, Captain.
The three junior officers get back to work, hard.
31 INT. DS9 – DARK ROOM
Cole JERKS awake in Vaughn’s dark room. He tries to move, but finds himself unable to. He’s tied by basic, low-tech means to a pillar of some kind, hands and feet bound but held upright.
He looks to the right, and L’Haan is there too, likewise. She looks as embarrassed as a Vulcan can. Vaughn watches them both. Cole tries not to show how annoyed he is.
Mister Cole. I wish I could
say it’s good to meet you in
person at last.
Elias Vaughn. Born 2274 on
Berengaria Seven, to farmers
Malcolm and Sandra Vaughn.
Starfleet rank – commander.
Veteran of the Tomed incident,
the Betreka Nebula, Arvada
Three and a hundred others.
Vaughn tries to control his reaction at this. Cole chuckles and shakes his head, and again tries to purposely provoke.
After we killed T’Prynn, did
you really think we wouldn’t
keep an eye on you too?
It doesn’t matter. I’ve got you
where I want you now.
Oh yes, I’m completely at your
mercy. Please... let me go. I
promise to never do it again.
So where’s Doctor Bashir?
Bashir’s voice comes from somewhere in the darkness.
Really? Well I must say I mis-
judged you then. I would have
sworn that with Ro in such
dire medical straits, you’d
have insisted on being the one
to look after her, leaving me
alone with the Commander here.
I guess you’re just not as
high-principled as I thought.
Bashir surges forwards out of the darkness right at Cole and PUNCHES him in the face. Cole just laughs it off.
Oh, come on. Bashir the tough
guy now? What happened to your
What did you do to Ro?
Took advantage of her addiction,
of course. What else?
Vaughn and Bashir look between each other, confused. Seeing this, Cole really bursts out laughing.
Oh my god! Are you telling me
you brought a drug addict with
you and didn’t even know it?
Bashir punches him again in fury. Cole keeps laughing.
Check your own medical records
if you don’t believe me. You’ll
find missing canisters of asino-
lyathin, morphenolog... whatever
she could get her hands on.
How could you possibly know
what’s in our medical records?
Cole looks at him like, “Come on.” Vaughn gets the answer – he looks over to L’Haan, who has been silently observing.
Nope. Didn’t need L’Haan for
that. I’ve had an agent here
for more than two years now.
Bashir and Vaughn’s eyes flare in worry...
32 INT. DS9 - INFIRMARY
Ro is now unconscious on the biobed, lying still, but a mess from what she’s been through. Tarses places a device on her forehead and stands back, watching in concern.
Alright. I’ve induced a coma
so she at least can’t make it
any worse on herself while I
clean out her bloodstream.
As he moves off to get more medical devices...
Who is it?
You’re the genetically enhanced
genius – you figure it out.
Tarses hands one device to Richter, keeps one for himself.
Isn’t Maraji a hallucinogenic?
Yes, it’s a narcotic made from
rare Cardassian crystals. It’s
highly addictive to Bajorans –
the few who could afford it got
themselves into quite a mess.
They continue to operate on Ro...
Who could tell me everything
that goes on in the Infirmary,
like when you handed in your
resignation, Doctor? And also
has a very close relationship
with the Security department,
the chief of which is also
DS-Nine’s new second officer?
Looking around with worry, Richter calls out loud...
Kol? Babe? Are you there?
But there’s no answer...
33 INT. DS9 – SECURITY OFFICE
Major Cenn is working behind the desk. The door opens and he looks up – Etana stands there, tears in her eyes.
Sergeant? What’s wrong?
Place me under arrest, Major.
Because I think I’ve made a
horrible, horrible mistake.
Off Cenn’s confusion and worry...
34 INT. DS9 - INFIRMARY
On Ro, as she lies unconscious, Tarses and Richter working around her...
35 INT. DS9 – HABITAT RING CORRIDOR
Ro looks around herself in surprise – how did she get into the corridor? She’s back in uniform, and alone for now.
What... how did I get here?
She looks up the long, empty corridor – it seems to stretch on forever. And then in the middle of the deck...
...Taran’atar unshrouds. Ro tenses, shaking, takes a couple of steps back, looks around for anything she can use as a weapon. Taran’atar sneers at her threateningly.
Shall we finish it, Lieutenant?
Once and for all?
Taran’atar begins to slowly stalk down the corridor towards her. Ro shudders in terror as her nightmare approaches...
END OF ACT THREE
|May 13 2012, 01:56 PM||#6|
Re: DS9 Season 10, ep 10x19 - "Reset"
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?
Because of you!
37 INT. DS9 – DARK ROOM
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.
If your crew is as good as you
think, then you have nothing
to worry about, do you?
38 INT. DS9 – MAIN OPS CENTRE
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...
Help! We’re in here! Help!
43 INT. DS9 – LOWER ENGINEERING CORE
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.
|May 13 2012, 01:57 PM||#7|
Re: DS9 Season 10, ep 10x19 - "Reset"
47 INT. DS9 – HABITAT RING CORRIDOR
Ro PUMMELS Taran’atar as hard as she can, all the fear and rage and hatred and pain coming out. She shrieks at him...
I hate you! I hate you!
And she PUNCHES and PUNCHES. He takes it.
Ro is punching herself, beating herself up...
48 INT. DS9 – DARK ROOM
Taran’atar is almost on top of L’Haan. Even through her Vulcan calm and control, she’s worried.
I have been used, controlled,
twisted. By the Founders, the
Ghemor woman, the slave... and
now you. It is enough. I will
not allow any more.
Doctor, please release L’Haan’s
hands. She’s going to need them.
Reluctantly, Bashir unties L’Haan’s hands. She instantly whips them forward in an attack, but Taran’atar is too fast for her. He grabs her wrists, and begins to bend them towards his own head. She resists – he’s too strong.
49 INT. DS9 – HABITAT RING CORRIDOR
Ro beats the living daylights of Taran’atar. But then she’s beating herself again. And then it’s Taran’atar. And then it’s herself...
50 INT. DS9 – INDUSTRIAL ROOM
Prynn, Dax and Quark shouting at the top of their lungs...
Help! Help! We’re in here!
Prynn shouts just a bit too enthusiastically – and she touches the forcefield around her. It flickers, sputters. And then falls around all three of them. They all look at each other in horror as the radiation begins to seep in...
51 INT. DS9 – DARK ROOM
L’Haan and Taran’atar struggle against each other – he dragging her hands to his head, she trying to keep away.
Bashir – uneasy. Vaughn – grim and determined. Taran’atar – furious. L’Haan – scared. Cole – worried but firm.
L’Haan, don’t give in. You’re
a Vulcan. He can’t force you
to do anything.
Behind L’Haan... is MU-L’HAAN, the Intendant’s handmaiden.
No... but I can.
MU-L’Haan reaches round and adds her weight to her double’s arms, pushing them closer to Taran’atar’s head. It catches S31-L’Haan by surprise, she can’t resist...
...and the fingers connect. Mind-meld.
END OF ACT FOUR
|May 13 2012, 02:08 PM||#8|
Re: DS9 Season 10, ep 10x19 - "Reset"
52 EXT. FOUNDERS WORLD
The surface of the Founders’ world, but with no Founders. It’s the empty, deserted stone stretching out into the distance, as seen in 10x02 “Brave New World.”
Together on the small rising islet, Taran’atar, RU-L’Haan and MU-L’Haan stand all facing each other.
So. Here the three of us are again.
How did you do this? You are
nothing. An echo. Powerless.
Do you believe I hid in plain
sight of the Alliance and the
Intendant for so many years
without knowing how to appear
powerless when required?
53 INT. DS9 – DARK ROOM
Cole watches, worried as L’Haan and Taran’atar stand, joined in their mind-meld.
What just happened?
If I had to guess, I’d say your
agent was tripped up by her own
arrogance. She kept the other
L’Haan’s katra inside her head
instead of getting rid like a
sensible person. And once it’s
got a foothold, a katra can be
very difficult to get rid of.
He’s talking about T’Prynn. He smiles smugly.
54 EXT. FOUNDERS WORLD
Taran’atar and the two L’Haans...
You believed you had me under
control. You thought you could
use me for your own purposes.
But I stayed quiet, I learned
my way around your mind... and
I waited for my moment.
You have exhausted the last of
your energy on a futile errand,
L’Haan. I will not remove my
suggestion. Any attempt to
force me will be unsuccessful.
You spoke of a human phrase –
“evil twins.” Of how those from
my universe are twisted, amoral
versions of those from yours.
But you are the evil one here.
Moral lectures are irrelevant.
You are powerless against me.
Then it is fortunate that you
are not my target.
Lighting quick, MU-L’Haan turns to Taran’atar and grabs him in the double mind-meld hold, fingers to both sides of his face. Taran’atar allows it - in fact grins with victory as he and MU-L’Haan vibrate against each other.
Stop! What are you doing?!
MU-L’Haan and Taran’atar are in their mind-meld, ignoring her. RU-L’Haan grimaces, physically hurt by what the other two are doing. She gasps, trying to control the pain and fear and violation. Taran’atar sneer-grins...
55 INT. DS9 – LOWER ENGINEERING CORE
Nog’s ears prick up...
They stopped shouting...
Shar’s antennae reach around, feeling...
The forcefield is down.
Crap. Move move move!
The security team scatter to try to find entrances past the bulkhead blocking their way. All except for Sevak, who covers the corridor behind them, just in case. Nog and Shar get their machines ready, Tarses prepares his hypospray...
56 EXT. FOUNDERS WORLD
MU-L’Haan grips Taran’atar’s head tightly. They stare into each other’s eyes, intense and focused. RU-L’Haan grips her own head in pain, trying to fight it...
MU-L’Haan draws something out of Taran’atar – a ghostly IMAGE of another L’Haan, superimposed. MU-L’Haan struggles to drag it out of him. RU-L’Haan groans in pain...
57 INT. DS9 – INDUSTRIAL ROOM
Against the wall, Quark is trying to trace some kind of exit, but his strength is sapping. He falls to his knees.
Then a figure approaches - Shar holds a small emitter which casts a new field around him, extending behind them like a clear corridor. Nog, Bowers and Tarses are with him. Nog grabs Quark and pulls him into the force field bubble.
Nog... I always said... you
were a good boy...
Doctor, take him. Get him out
Wait... Laren. Where’s Laren?
Tarses gets an awkward look, and avoids the question. He leads Quark back down the force field corridor.
Bowers crouches down and scoops Dax’s limp, half-conscious body into his arms, as gently but quickly as he can. Once she’s secure he speeds back to safety. Shar and Nog remain.
Prynn! Are you here?
A faint, half-heard groan. Nog hears it.
Shar runs, pushing the force field in front of him. Prynn is curled up on the ground, her skin visibly burned and fizzing. Shar hands his emitter to Nog and scoops Prynn off the ground. As he runs her to safety, she croaks out...
Shar... I guess this... makes
us even now...
Shar is only interested in getting her to safety.
58 EXT. FOUNDERS WORLD
MU-L’Haan is desperately holding on to the ghostly image between her hands – it wavers and tries to get free, but she won’t let it. RU-L’Haan is screaming with the strain of mentally pushing back against what MU-L’Haan is doing.
But it’s not enough. MU-L’Haan takes the image, THROWS it at her opposite number. It hits her, blends with her. RU-L’Haan SCREAMS, her own image wavering.
MU-L’Haan and Taran’atar watch RU-L’Haan as she writhes and fights... with a final wail, the Vulcan woman fades away.
59 INT. DS9 – DARK ROOM
In Vaughn’s hiding place, the real Taran’atar and the real RU-L’Haan slump back from each other, their mind-meld over. Vaughn catches Taran’atar, supports him. Bashir runs to check on L’Haan. He feels for a pulse...
Vaughn doesn’t seem overly impressed with that.
60 EXT. FOUNDERS WORLD
MU-L’Haan and Taran’atar are now alone. She turns to him...
It is over, Taran’atar. I have
removed her influence. You are
at last truly free. I hope you
are finally able to accept it.
I believe I am. Thank you.
You are welcome. It is time for
me to accept my fate likewise.
I wish you well, Taran’atar.
And MU-L’Haan fades away to nothing, leaving him alone.
61 INT. DS9 – DARK ROOM
Taran’atar comes back to consciousness, finding himself in Vaughn’s arms. Vaughn attempts to stand him up. Once he’s steady on his feet, he reaches down to touch a control on the transporter strap around the Jem’Hadar’s wrist. Taran’atar transports away...
62 INT. DS9 – TARAN’ATAR’S QUARTERS
... and reappears in his own quarters. Admiral Batanides helps to steady him.
I’ve got you. You’re safe now.
63 INT. DS9 – DARK ROOM
With Taran’atar gone, Vaughn reaches for his phaser.
Step aside, Doctor.
With alarm, Bashir realizes Vaughn means to kill L’Haan and Cole. He specifically steps between them. L’Haan lolls semi-conscious in her bonds, while Cole has gone quiet.
I’m not going to let you do
You think we can just let them
walk out of here? Step aside.
Let him, Doctor. There’s plenty
more where we came from. Do
whatever you want to us, it
won’t stop them.
I’ll worry about them later.
All I need to worry about right
now... is you two.
Commander - no. It’s not going
to happen. Put down the phaser.
You promised me you would see
this through, Doctor.
And you promised me you weren’t
like Section 31. I’m starting
How can you possibly let them
live after what they’ve done?
To us, to Prynn, to Dax...
Because Cole was right about me
earlier. Saving lives is more
important to me than your great
crusade. And I certainly won’t
kill two people in cold blood.
A moment of indecision, then with a roar of frustration, Vaughn casts the phaser aside. Bashir goes to untie L’Haan and then Cole. Cole helps the still groggy L’Haan.
Now get the hell off my station,
both of you. If I see either of
your faces ever again, it might
force me to rethink my decision.
Without a word, Cole helps L’Haan out of the room, off into the darkness of the depths of the station.
If this comes back to bite us,
Doctor... it’s all on you.
64 INT. DS9 – HABITAT RING CORRIDOR
Ro is beating ten shades of bloody hell out of Taran’atar, roaring and crying and screaming cathartically all at once.
She grabs him by the front of his uniform, hoists him up into the air, and THROWS him against the corridor wall. He lands against it with such force that we hear the CRACK of his back. He slumps down to the deck, eyes wide and glassy.
Ro stands, glaring down at the unmoving body, panting...
And now it’s Ro herself on the ground, in the same state.
65 INT. DS9 - INFIRMARY
With a shuddering gasp, Ro comes back to consciousness on the biobed. Looking to the side, she sees Quark sitting by her bedside, looking burned and sore. He jumps to her side.
Doctor! She’s awake!
Quark...? What happened?
I don’t know and I don’t care.
But we’re both alive.
You had a bad reaction to all
the medication you took. And I
think I know why. Are you sure
you want to talk about it now?
Tarses is referring to Quark, who clearly has no idea what the doctor is on about. Ro sees that Tarses knows about the painkillers. She sighs to herself – time to face up to it.
Go ahead. He may as well hear
the whole truth.
(takes Quark’s hand)
If that’s okay with you.
Hey, don’t worry about me. We
Ferengi are made of tougher
stuff than people think.
Awkward look from Tarses...
66 INT. DS9 – SECURITY OFFICE
Etana’s image is on the screens on the back wall, sitting quiet and withdrawn in one of the security cells. Kira, Cenn and Richter stand watching the screens.
She swears she never meant to
hurt anyone. She was told it
was a test, to see if we were
keeping a close enough eye on
our pharmacy stocks. She had
no idea what it would do to Ro.
How long has she been working
Captain, I don’t even know who
“them” are. And I don’t think
she does either. She said he
told her he was with Starfleet
Intelligence when he recruited
her two years ago.
Two years? That’s the whole time
she’s been on the station. The
whole time I’ve known her. Ever
since the Iconian mission.
Right after Cole’s last visit
to the station. He must have
found someone in the Militia
who’d applied to work here,
and got in there first. Did
she say what she did for him?
Nothing direct. Just gave him
access to her regular reports.
But as the second in security,
who then transferred to work
directly under Bashir...
Those reports would have been
pretty interesting stuff.
So... what are you going to do
with her now?
What do you want us to do?
Richter isn’t sure what to think anymore...
67 INT. DS9 – LOWER ENGINEERING CORE
Cole and L’Haan move through the deserted areas of the station, trying to get to their escape vessel. L’Haan is still a bit weak, but burying her pain and embarrassment under Vulcan control.
What do we do now?
We? There is no “we”, L’Haan.
After today, you’re finished
with the organisation.
L’Haan stops, looks at Cole with confusion.
For what reason?
What reason?! You failed the
mission! And not only that, you
put everything back the way it
was before. You’re weak. We have
thoroughly lost this one, and
it’s completely thanks to you.
So yes, you’re done.
That means death. L’Haan absorbs this calmly.
Cole turns to keep walking, and L’Haan ATTACKS. A sharp stab with her fingers to the back of the neck – not enough to kill Cole, but enough to knock him down and daze him.
He tumbles to the ground. She is on him. Pins him to the deck with her own weight, grabs his face in a double meld. Grimacing in fury, she forces herself on him. He SCREAMS as she scrambles his brains, feet kicking, eyes rolling back.
L’Haan lets all her Vulcan rage and fire out on him. Cole’s skin actually SMOKES at the points of contact. Finally he goes limp – she’s burned out his brain. She gets her breath back, pulls herself under control, and walks away.
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Re: DS9 Season 10, ep 10x19 - "Reset"
68 INT. DS9 - INFIRMARY
The door opens and Bashir and Vaughn enter together from the Promenade. Prynn and Dax both run to hug them...
Oh my beautiful baby girl. I’m
so glad you’re safe.
Dax hugs Bashir tight. Then she pulls back and SLAPS him hard across the face. Then she grabs him back into the hug.
Never! ...do that again.
Don’t worry, Ezri. I won’t be.
This is where I belong.
He exchanges a look with Vaughn – he’s out. No more.
You too. I’m not ready to lose
you yet, Dad. Not after we only
just found each other again.
I promise, baby. I’m not going
Three couples happily reunited – Dax and Bashir, Vaughn and Prynn, and Quark and Ro.
69 INT. DS9 – TARAN’ATAR’S QUARTERS
Taran’atar stands by his window, looking out at the stars. Reflected in the window, we see Kira quietly approach.
Looks like it’s over. Bowers
went back down to clear up. He
found Cole’s body. And there’s
no sign of L’Haan anywhere on
It wasn’t your fault, you know.
They used you.
Yes - again. How many times now?
For twenty-five years, I thought
I was strong. The oldest Jem’Hadar
alive - surely I must have been
strong. But I was never strong. I
let others use me, time and again.
You can change that if you want.
Can I? Is this how it is - to
have free will? To be constantly
pulled back and forth by forces
outside your control?
Not always as dramatically as
you’ve suffered it, but basic-
ally yes. This is how it is.
Then this freedom that you all
prize so strongly – surely it is
an illusion. If your circumstances
dictate your choices, what value
do those choices have? They are
no more your own than if I were
following the orders of a Founder.
None of us controls our own fate.
But that’s what makes the
decisions that you do make all
the more important. To have even
that little bit of control over
your own life - to say, “This is
how it’s going to be, because
I say so” – that’s the real
victory, Taran’atar. That’s
reclaiming your life.
Then I make this one decision
for myself, here and now. In
my position as Ambassador, I
agree to the alliance.
Are you sure?
Yes. The Ascendants may not be
responsible for my confusion,
but they are responsible for
the chaos of the Jem’Hadar. I
will solve both problems at
once. Contact the Vorta. Tell
her – the Dominion will fight
alongside Bajor, and we will
destroy the Ascendants.
Kira takes a deep breath. This is it. We’re going to war.
70 INT. DS9 – VAUGHN’S QUARTERS
Vaughn plods into his quarters, exhausted after a long few days. He slumps onto the sofa, drained. He looks to his guitar on its stand. Pictures of Prynn and Ruriko on a side table. A spare uniform, hanging on a hook against the wall.
I put them all in danger. Played
on their loyalties, insecurities,
to get them to do what I wanted.
Forced Bashir to compromise his
ethics. Nearly killed Ro. Prynn,
Dax, Quark... all terrified for
their lives for days on end. All
for my great crusade.
Batanides emerges from off screen, calm and sympathetic.
It was all necessary, Elias.
Hard, I know... but necessary.
Vaughn stares off into the distance. Was it, really?
73 INT. DS9 – SECURITY CELLS
Etana, alone in her cell. She looks up, into the eyes of...
Ro, sat in a metal chair opposite her, outside the cell. She doesn’t look angry, or upset. She’s calm, pensive. Prepared to hear Etana out.
Etana looks back at her, desperate to explain or apologise or make it right somehow. They have a lot to talk about. But neither has any idea how to begin.
74 EXT. SPACE
Vaughn’s supershuttle zooms back through space at high warp, heading in the other direction.
75 INT. SHUTTLE – REAR CABIN
L’Haan sits cross-legged on the bunk. The lights are low, and her meditation lamp burns on the windowsill. Her eyes are closed, and she’s having trouble ordering her thoughts. She’s trying, but her Vulcan control has been hurt.
I control my emotions. They do
not control me.
It’s not working. L’Haan opens her eyes, stares into the flame. Works to control her thoughts. Repeats her mantra.
I control my emotions. They do
not control me.
That is the order of things.
END OF SHOW
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