DEEP SPACE NINE: "Penumbra" - REV. 01/19/99 - ACT TWO       29.

37   INT. FEMALE SHAPE-SHIFTER'S QUARTERS

	The room is bare except for a Cardassian-style
	crescent communications DESK.

	Weyoun stands before the FEMALE SHAPE-SHIFTER, doing
	his best not to shiver even though it's colder in
	here than in the Briefing Room.

	Despite the temperature, her skin is PEELING and
	CRACKED, a bit worse than last time we saw her.
	Weyoun, ever polite, tries not to notice or show
	alarm at her condition.

					WEYOUN
				(with a small bow)
			Founder, I'm honored to be
			summoned to your presence.

	The Founder barely acknowledges his greeting.

					WEYOUN
				(fishing for information)
			I trust the new communications
			system meets your needs?

					FEMALE SHAPE-SHIFTER
			It's adequate.

					WEYOUN I'm glad.
				(gently probing)
			If I can be of any further
			assistance.

					FEMALE SHAPE-SHIFTER
			When the time comes.
				(beat)
			The vaccine -- how is it
			progressing?

					WEYOUN
			I regret that it failed to
			stabilize the latest sample you
			provided.

					FEMALE SHAPE-SHIFTER
			I see.

	Weyoun hears her displeasure and is quick to point
	out: