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       DEEP SPACE NINE: "Our Man Bashir" - 10/26/95 - ACT FIVE      46.

43   CONTINUED:	(2)

					BASHIR
			Honey... would you grant me one
			last request? Take off those
			glasses.

	Dax hesitates, thinks about it for a second, then
	slowly takes off her horn-rimmed glasses. Garak rolls
	his eyes, can't believe this is working.

					DAX
			Like this?

					BASHIR
			Yes. And you know, your hair
			would look so much better if it
			were free.

	Dax tentatively reaches a hand to her hair... pulls out
	the hairpin... and her hair falls to her shoulders.
	She gives Bashir a smoldering look.

					GARAK
			I must say... this is more than I
			ever wanted to know about your
			fantasy life, Doctor.

	Bashir ignores him, focusing on Dax as she rearranges
	her hair.

					BASHIR
			There... there. That's the last
			thing I want to remember before I
			die.

	Dax is genuinely touched.

					DAX
			Thank you.

	She turns, starts to walk out of the cave. Bashir
	watches, tense, waiting. Then Dax pauses... puts her
	hand in a lab coat pocket... then makes a sudden
	decision. She turns, quickly turns to Bashir and gives
	him a passionate kiss on the mouth.

					GARAK
			I'd give the two of you some
			privacy if I could.

	Dax breaks the kiss, looks into Bashir's eyes for a
	long, lingering moment... then quickly EXITS.

					GARAK
			Great plan. Now can we call
			Eddington?