26 INT. SENTINEL - BRIDGE
Flashback - stock from SCE ep 1x21 “War Stories, pt 1”.
The sparking, damaged bridge of an Akira-class ship. Beta shift conn officer Ensign TENMEI, young but already plucky, is nevertheless scared and tense as she works at the helm.
Captain AMALFITANO, exec officer PATEL and tactical officer GRIMNAR discuss the urgent situation. Tenmei is too junior to contribute, so she just listens and tries not to panic.
Work quickly, Gomez. The Jem’Hadar
called for back-up.
She cuts the channel to engineering. Grimnar reacts...
Long-range sensors are picking
up a Breen ship.
How long before they get here?
One hour ten minutes.
As young Tenmei realises that her death is an hour away...
27 BREEN OFFICERS
with heads back and BUZZING their strange laugh, several of the suited aliens sat together at one table in Quark’s...
glaring across the bar in disgust and hatred. But then a body crosses her vision, distracting her out of it...
29 INT. DS9 - QUARK’S BAR
...Slaine bringing back their drinks order on a tray. The thing with Candlewood may have gone wrong, but she still wants to make friends here. She hands out the drinks...
Kiriliona punch, trixian bubble
juice, voodai ginger ale...
(finally to Tenmei)
...and double vodka on the rocks,
the real thing, not synthehol.
This alone is a worrying sign to Chao, who looks cautiously to Tenmei. (Slaine sits with her own glass of kanar.)
How’s your father doing, Prynn?
Tenmei snaps around as if Chao said something unforgivable. But rather than answer, she turns back and glares again...
Our guests seem to be enjoying
(going with it)
I suppose it’s weird having them
here. But it probably felt weird
having Klingons around once too.
(trying to join in
Depending on the human, it still
Tenmei isn’t in the mood for jokes. Chao tries again...
You don’t have to talk about your
father if you don’t want, Prynn.
I like talking about my father.
Chao places a comforting hand on Tenmei’s arm...
Prynn, you need to calm down -
...but Tenmei snatches it away angrily. The sympathy only makes it worse.
Don’t tell me what I need!
The noise dies and heads turn, Khitomer and Typhon alike. Embarrassed, Tenmei grabs her vodka, knocks it back in one burning gulp, SLAMS the glass down and stands to stomp off.
Prynn, wait -
She ignores them. Pulse thumping. Breath hitching. Fists clenched. Tears threatening. At the door, she turns back, glaring again at the Breen, the Romulans, the Gorn...
Her hand raises, ready to point and scream and accuse...
...but her arm is captured, she is spun on the spot and finds herself being walked forcibly away from the bar.
Candlewood calmly leads a hyperventilating Tenmei into...
30 INT. DS9 - SECURITY OFFICE (CONTINUOUS)
...where RWOGO looks up in surprise at the new arrivals. Candlewood holds Tenmei close, speaks over her shoulder...
Inspector, could we borrow your
office for a minute please?
Of course. As long as you need.
Rwogo gets up and EXITS to the Promenade and bar.
Once her breathing steadies and her pulse slows, he gently leads her to a guest chair, keeping hold of her hands.
I’m here. Tell me.
My father. I went to see him. On
Bajor. And I decided... I decided
to let him go.
Oh Prynn... I’m sorry. Is he...?
Not yet. Part of me knows it’s the
right thing to do. Dragging it out
is only making it harder, like
Julian said. I need to move on.
But part of me feels like I’m
killing him all over again. Opaka
said he was still in there. What
if she’s right?
Candlewood has no answer for that. She looks at him, and his fancy evening outfit instead of his uniform...
Why are you dressed like that?
Hetik’s back, just for one night.
But I don’t have to go...
Of course you do - it’s Hetik.
I’ll be fine...
Candlewood smiles his gratitude, comes to hug Tenmei...
I love you, you know that?
Get out of here.
Tenmei pushes him away with a teary smile, waves him on his way. He heads to the door...
31 INT. DS9 - PROMENADE
Candlewood emerges from security and spots CHAO watching from the door of the bar. He beckons her over...
Chao nods and heads over immediately, thanking him MOS for handling it and heading into security to take his place.
Crisis managed for now, Candlewood heads back to the bar...
32 INT. DS9 - QUARK’S BAR (CONTINUOUS)
Past HULPESH the Sti’ach maitre d’ on his little podium...
Past RWOGO keeping an eye on the crowd from the bar...
...and stands nervously by the stairs, waiting for Hetik.
After a moment, he enters the bar, and Candlewood’s breath catches. The Bajoran looks amazing - sexy but not trashy, dignified and elegant, befitting one last night together.
As Hetik crosses towards Candlewood and they greet, heading up the stairs towards the holosuites...
...Slaine watches their obvious attraction for each other. She smiles sadly, and knocks back the last of her kanar.
This has been quite an educational
evening. But I think I’ll head back
to my quarters. Good night.
G’night. Nice to have met you.
Slaine heads out, leaving Permenter and K’Uhllo the only ones left at their regular table. They share a look...
I’m telling you, humans are crazy.
Permenter the human glowers at the Damiani ensign...
33 INT. DS9 - PROMENADE - LOWER LEVEL
Slaine emerges from the bar and heads absently towards a turbolift, considering how the evening didn’t exactly turn out like she planned. Maybe these humans are crazy.
As she waits for the lift to come, she looks up, past the milling crowds of all kinds of various aliens...
...and sees MORAD also leaving the bar from the upper level and heading away. The only other Cardassian face here.
Surprised and alarmed, she forgets the turbolift and moves quickly for the spiral staircase, heads up to...
34 INT. DS9 - PROMENADE - UPPER LEVEL (CONTINUOUS)
Slaine reaches the upper level, pushes random extras out of the way, trying to see where Morad went to...
There. In the distance, past other milling aliens, walking away from her. She quickly chases after him...
She struggles through the crowd, momentarily losing sight of him and then spotting him again far ahead of her...
Finally he turns again... she puts on an extra spurt of speed to catch up before she loses him for good...
Another turbolift door is just closing...
Slaine catches up, SPOTS a glimpse of Morad inside the lift just before the door closes and the lift whisks him away...
She turns back, frustrated and worried...
35 CANDLEWOOD AND HETIK
...face to face, breathing heavy, noses touching, staring deeply into each other’s eyes...
OPEN UP to reveal...
36 INT. VIC’S LOUNGE
The Las Vegas crooner’s lounge is transformed into a Latin dance club, with a band playing dramatic TANGO MUSIC for a decent sized crowd who fill the dance floor.
Clear among them, with eyes for no-one else, are Hetik and Candlewood. The two men slink sensuously around each other in a close hold, dancing a sexy ARGENTINE TANGO together.
NOTE: Don’t make this cheesy or clichéd. These are two men who know how to dance and do it well. And the tension is growing with every step. This is foreplay, pure and simple.
As Hetik SPINS Candlewood then pulls him back in tight...
I’ve missed you.
I noticed you didn’t put up too
much of a fight.
Candlewood lifts his right foot, crosses over, and uses it to stroke the outside edge of Hetik’s right leg - lustrada
I am sorry, you know.
Legs flick, kick and hook lightning fast - patada y gancho - until Hetik leads them both in a tight fast carousel - calesita - then stops dead, chests pressed together...
I still think we’re probably no good
for each other...
...but I know I handled it badly.
You’re handling it great right now.
Hetik leads Candlewood in more twists, stalks and flicks...
We always did move together well.
Otherwise we wouldn’t have kept
coming back for another... dance.
After another elaborate spin, they end up in reverse hold, Candlewood leaning back into Hetik’s chest as the Bajoran heaves with the exertion of the dance...
Do you hate me?
Hetik is relieved, and drives Candlewood forwards from behind in a passionate promenade step...
37 INT. DS9 - PROMENADE / SECURITY OFFICE
RWOGO heads back from the bar, satisfied with the state of security affairs. She heads into her office...
...but stops at the sight of SLAINE waiting for her.
Inspector... we have a problem.
Off Rwogo’s wariness...
38 INT. DS9 - BASHIR’S QUARTERS
BASHIR looks up from the couch, where he has been waiting, as SARINA enters. He’s trying to be civil, but it’s hard.
You’re late. Where’ve you been?
You know where I’ve been. I’m the
deputy chief, I was in charge of
security for the upper pylons.
That was hours ago.
Sarina just wants to rest after a long day. Moves on into the bedroom and starts undressing. Bashir doesn’t move.
I took an extra shift. It’s been a
busy day, they needed my help, and
since you were on Bajor anyway, I
didn’t think it would be an issue.
I heard some interesting news just
before I came home. Seems Slaine
recognised someone who shouldn’t
be here - the Galber’s captain.
Uhh... Moresh, wasn’t it?
No, not Moresh. Morad. The one who
attacked the slipstream factory on
Cardassia. The one where Kira was.
Sarina emerges from the bedroom in a negligee, although it is clear that Bashir is not in the mood for sexytimes.
He served his time, didn’t he? The
man’s gotta work.
That’s not the point. You said he
was Moresh. You checked him into
the station as Moresh. But Slaine
watched Morad’s trial, and she
recognised his face.
Okay, so he had a false ID.
Which you, as the deputy security
chief, not to mention a fully trained
and genetically enhanced Starfleet
intelligence agent no less,
somehow didn’t catch.
Well maybe I was distracted by the
fact that my boyfriend has looked
at me like a monster ever since I
told him the truth about myself.
Maybe. Or maybe you knew exactly
who he was all along... and let him
Sarina sighs, tired of the argument. Bashir presses on...
Why would he even need to lie
about who he was, if he wasn’t
planning on doing something bad?
Maybe because he’s tired of people
condemning him over one mistake.
Ironic, isn’t it? Here we all are, so
worried about the Typhon Pact
causing trouble... when maybe we
should have been watching out
for someone from the Khitomer
Accords all along.
As Bashir stares Sarina down...
END OF ACT THREE