DEEP SPACE NINE: "The Bar... " - 1/08/96 - ACT FOUR         42.

33   CONTINUED:	(2)

					BRUNT (Cont'd)
			If you're not back at work by
			tomorrow morning your financial
			accounts on Ferenginar will be
			confiscated, your families fined
			and your trading permits revoked.
				(a beat)
			You'll be ruined... reduced to
			utter destitution.
				(smiles)
			Am I understood?

	No one answers.

					BRUNT
			Good.  I thought so.

	And with that he looks down at Frool...

					BRUNT
			Don't bother getting up.

	And walks out.

34   CLOSE ON ROM AND LEETA

	As they react to Brunt.

					GRIMP
				(kicks Frool)
			Would you get up?

					ROM
			Let him stay there. That's where
			he belongs. The question is...
			where do we belong? On our knees,
			like Frool...
				(with a slight brogue to
				mimic O'Brien)
			... or standing tall like Sean
			O'Brien?

					LEETA
				(aside, to Rom)
			Who's Sean O'Brien?

					ROM
			He was a Union man. A man who
			gave his life to earn a decent
			wage for his fellow workers.
			Brunt wouldn't have intimidated
			him, and he won't intimidate me.

					GRIMP
			But what about our accounts on
			Ferenginar?