DEEP SPACE NINE: "Who Mourns... " - REV. 11/13/97 - ACT FIVE   57A.

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	Quark motions to the others to stay back, he'll deal 
	with the workers. He approaches them with a ready 
	smile.

					QUARK
			I believe that's for me.

	One of the Workmen holds up a PADD. Quark extends his 
	thumb with a flourish, and plants it on the appropriate 
	spot. The Workman checks the PADD, nods, and he and 
	his partner move away to EXIT.

	The moment the door shuts behind them, Morn's partners 
	hurry to join Quark at the crate, their eyes alive with 
	greed.

					HAIN
			Open it.

	Quark works the latch, OPENS a PANEL in the top of the 
	crate. It's a moment fit for a heavenly choir -- rows 
	and rows of gold-pressed latinum bricks sparkling in 
	their shelves. They're all struck dumb at the sight. 
	After a beat...

					QUARK
			I'll count it...