DEEP SPACE NINE: "Sons and... " - REV. 7/31/97 - ACT FOUR      44.

47   CONTINUED:	(2)

					ALEXANDER
				(jerks the sword away) 
			I understand.

	Worf's temper flares, but he subdues it and raises his 
	weapon.

					WORF
			Then proceed.

	Alexander begins circling, swinging the bat'leth from 
	side to side. Worf holds position, tracks his son, 
	then suddenly strikes. Alexander jerks his blade up 
	to meet the blow. A METALLIC CLANG jolts his body.

					WORF
				(annoyed) 
			No! Don't try to shove my blade 
			away. Deflect it and use your 
			momentum to counter.

					ALEXANDER 
			I know!

					WORF
			Then do it.

	Worf swings the polearm again. Alexander involuntarily 
	blocks exactly the same way and gets jarred dangerously 
	off balance.

					WORF 
			Don't try to fight force with 
			force. You will lose every time.

	Worf swings again. Alexander counters. Worf hooks his 
	blade and flips it out of his hands.

					WORF
				(withering) 
			What did I tell you? Pick it up!

	Alexander shoots a murderous glance at his father and 
	walks toward his fallen weapon.

					WORF 
			If you had kept practicing what I 
			taught you when you were a boy --

	Alexander picks up his bat'leth and whirls on Worf 
	without warning, unleashing a flurry of wild swipes and 
	thrusts. Worf easily blocks them, stunned by the 
	fanatic hostility on his son's face. Finally, Worf 
	hooks the bat'leth blade and sends it flying again.