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      DEEP SPACE NINE: "The Quickening" - 0-3/19/96 - ACT FIVE      44.
                           ACT FIVE                             

	FADE IN:

37   INT. TENEMENT HOUSE - NIGHT

	Ekoria is resting quietly in bed... Bashir is working 
	at a table arrayed with test tubes, beakers, Bunsen 
	burners, and other low-tech medical equipment. His 
	twenty-fourth century equipment has been packed away 
	in crates and stacked in one corner.

	Bashir adds a drop of liquid to a tube, twirls it 
	around, and the liquid changes color -- he lets out a 
	frustrated breath. Ekoria comes out of her reverie at 
	the sound...

					EKORIA 
			What is it?

					BASHIR
				(disappointed)
			There's not a trace of the antigen
			I gave you in your bloodstream...
				(unable to figure out 
				why)
			Your immune system must've 
			rejected it...

	Ekoria winces and stiffens as she's hit with a spasm of 
	pain. Bashir moves to her side...

					BASHIR
			Is it bad?


	She nods, we can see her fighting the pain.