DEEP SPACE: "Rivals" - REV. 10/19/93 - ACT FIVE         56C.

64A  CONTINUED:  (3)

					BASHIR
			You would if you had enough latinum 
			bet on Chief O'Brien...

	Realizing he's been found out, Quark's poise turns to 
	desperation.

					QUARK
			No one's betting on Chief O'Brien.  
			All the money's on you.  If you win, 
			there won't be any profits.  And if 
			there aren't any profits, I can't 
			donate anything to the monks.  No 
			donations... no winter blankets for 
			the children.
				(calmer)
			But if you lose, then the house would 
			win, and the monks would get their 
			blankets.

					BASHIR
			Are you suggesting that I throw the 
			match?

					QUARK
			For the children.

	Bashir thinks about it for a second, then...

					BASHIR
			Forget it, Quark.

					QUARK
			But the blankets...

					BASHIR
			Will be provided by you one way or 
			another.  Because if the monks don't 
			get their blankets, Chief O'Brien 
			and I will be very upset.
				(a beat, threatening)
			Is that clear?

					QUARK
			Perfectly.

					BASHIR
				(picks up his racket)
			Now, if you'll excuse me... I have a 
			match to play.

	Bashir EXITS, leaving behind a disgruntled Quark.  Quark 
	grumbles, then takes a sniff from the bottle.  His face 
	wrinkles in disgust.