DEEP SPACE NINE: "Who Mourns... " - REV. 11/13/97 - ACT FIVE    62.

45   CONTINUED:

					ODO 
			Apparently he faked his own death. 
				(smiles) 
			I'll let him tell you all about 
			it.

	Supremely satisfied, Odo turns and EXITS. Morn looks 
	at Quark, blinks once or twice, then moves to sit on 
	his old stool. A long beat as the two men regard each 
	other...

					QUARK 
			Well?

	Just as Morn raises a hand to launch into his story, 
	Quark cuts him off --

					QUARK 
			I don't want to hear it! Not a 
			word.

	Morn looks at Quark sheepishly...

					QUARK 
			You set me up. You left the 
			latinum to me because you knew I'd 
			do whatever it would take to get 

			my hands on it. You figured I'd 
			keep those four off-balance long 
			enough for them to turn on each 
			other. This whole thing was just 
			a scam to get them off your back.

	A beat, then Morn nods apologetically.

					QUARK 
			I could've been killed, you know.

	Morn hangs his head...

					QUARK 
			And I thought we were friends.

	Morn doesn't know what to say. Quark studies him for 
	a beat, and despite himself, can't help but be 
	impressed by Morn's ingenuity.

					QUARK 
			I've got to admit, I didn't 
			suspect for a minute.