DEEP SPACE NINE: "Who Mourns... " - REV. 11/13/97 - ACT FIVE    58.

40   CONTINUED:	(2)

	As he reaches inside the crate, the others reach into 
	their clothes and pull WEAPONS on each other. In the 
	blink of an eye, Quark finds himself in the middle of 
	a four-way standoff -- Hain has his weapon on Krit, 
	Krit has his on Larell, Larell has hers on Nahsk, who 
	has his on Hain. A tense moment, then...

					QUARK 
			All right, someone else count it.

	Another tense beat, then Krit smiles.

					KRIT 
			Put it down, Hain. My brother may 
			be slow, but if you pull the 
			trigger, he'll kill you.

	A beat, then Hain prepares to lower his weapon. 
	Suddenly, to Krit's astonishment, Nahsk swings his 
	weapon around and trains it on his brother. Larell and 
	Hain are so nonplussed they're not sure where they 
	should point their weapons.

					NAHSK 
			I'm not slow.

					KRIT
			Nahsk... ?

	As Nahsk squeezes the trigger, Krit dives out of the 
	way so that the BLAST hits him on the shoulder. All 
	hell breaks loose as the four start FIRING at each 
	other and scrambling for cover. Quark stands frozen in 
	the middle of this until a stray BOLT almost hits him 
	and he snaps out of it, dives into the crate to hide.

41   INT. CRATE (OPTICAL)

	as Quark cowers inside it, oblivious to the fact that 
	he's sitting amidst a fortune in gold-pressed latinum. 
	The SOUND of phaser fire continues, punctuated by 
	SHOUTED REMARKS between the former partners and the 
	occasional YELP of pain when someone gets hit.

					QUARK
				(quiet)
			Go ahead, kill each other...

	Quark starts to feel a little safer inside the shelter 
	of the crate. Just as he reaches to pick up a brick of 
	latinum, a phaser BLAST pierces the crate wall and 
	barely misses him. He immediately forgets the latinum 
	and has the good sense to keep cowering.