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ACT V (We pick up where we left off. GARAK is still staring at "GARAK," who appears to be paralyzed with terror. GARAK is clearly too battered and confused to make sense of the situation and his head drops. PILTAR and TANAK turn toward "GARAK"; he does nothing. OPHIDIA watches nervously) O'BRIEN: It has to be now-- OPHIDIA: (shouting) NOW, DO IT NOW! (Three tentacles shoot with lightning speed out of "GARAK"'s neck and
wrap around the necks of the three surprised Cardassians. As this happens,
"GARAK's" face and skin melt into the tentacles, revealing BASHIR underneath
(yes, Bashir has been "wearing" Odo. Free toasters to everyone
OPHIDIA: Doctor! DOCTOR! (No response. While ODO continues to struggle with the Cardassians, OPHIDIA finally grabs BASHIR's wrists and forces them apart, breaking the restraints. The hypo drops out onto the floor. As she scrabbles for it frantically, bobbling it once or twice, BASHIR staggers a little ways to the right and drops to his knees, clutching his stomach and doubling over. OPHIDIA finally gets a grip on the hypo and, petrified as she is, manages to sedate the Cardassians one at a time, although not without a struggle. Odo finally drops them on the floor and morphs back into himself. OPHIDIA frisks them, finds several pairs of restraints, and starts cuffing them.) ODO: We have to move, they'll be here soon. (Looks at GARAK) Where's Bashir? OPHIDIA: Throwing up. (ODO bends down over GARAK) ODO: He's not very well. OPHIDIA: Neither is Bashir. (Finds the key to the restraints and comes over to GARAK. ODO undoes the restraints.) Garak? ODO: I don't think he can hear us. (BASHIR, dead pale and shaking, finally comes over to where they are. OPHIDIA takes off her vest and hands it to him; he rips the lining open and starts taking out medical instruments.) BASHIR: Odo...will you support his head? (ODO puts an arm down and morphs it into a backboard. BASHIR rolls GARAK over, which almost precipitates a fresh breakdown when he sees the face. He finally gets control and starts doing emergency medical things. OPHIDIA stands over and watches) OPHIDIA: How soon can we move him? BASHIR: We can't move him. O'BRIEN: What does he mean, you can't move him? ODO: Doctor-- BASHIR: His injuries are too serious. We have to beam him directly to sickbay. OPHIDIA: My ship doesn't *have* a sickbay. BASHIR: (angry with himself, Ophidia, and everyothing else) We *cannot* drag him down to the beam-in site in this condition! (O'BRIEN appears to be cursing in the background) OPHIDIA: Well, what do you suggest-- O'BRIEN: The only thing for it is to get back to the control panel and cut the shields. OPHIDIA: WHAT? (To ODO's look) He says we have to cut the shields. O'BRIEN: No, *you* have to-- OPHIDIA: Me?! BASHIR: It'll have to be you, I need Odo's help here. OPHIDIA: But how am I supposed to-- BASHIR: Ophidia, just DO IT! O'BRIEN: The console you passed on the way in controls the shields.
Go back out there. I'll walk you through it.
(OPHIDIA, now completely terrified, grabs a weapon from one of the slumbering
Cardassians and, realizing she can't stop to think about this, runs out
the door and down the hall. She barrels along the corridor until she sees
the guard, with his back to her, minding his own business. She sneaks up
behind him, puts the weapon at the back of his head, and does her best
to impersonate T.J. Hooker.)
OPHIDIA: All right, turn around slowly and put your hands on the wall.
(The guard, frightened, does so. OPHIDIA takes a pair of restraints
off him and cuffs him TV-cop style. She then realizes she's left the hypo
back in the interrogation room. She clubs him over the head and he falls
to the floor stunned. After contemplating this in dismay for a moment,
she moves over to the console and stands there petrified)
OPHIDIA: It's in Cardassian, Chief. O'BRIEN: All right. OPHIDIA: I don't speak-- O'BRIEN: Look to the left side. You see that oblong bar that's kind of chartreuse with-- OPHIDIA: *Chartreuse?* O'BRIEN: The yellowish-green--(OPHIDIA points) Yes, that's the one.
(Is about to push it) Don't press that one. (OPHIDIA groans) Press the
one above it. (She does. We pull back to watch her work the console; we
are now no longer hearing O'BRIEN, but from her tentativeness it is clear
that he
OPHIDIA: What did I do? What does it want? O'BRIEN: Keep your head still! (OPHIDIA settles the earrings) It wants the command sequence. Let's hope it's the same one he used to get the door. (OPHIDIA punches it in; the lights go off. She sighs. After several more punchings there is another set of lights and a message) COMPUTER: Input voice authorization. OPHIDIA: Aaagh! COMPUTER: Authorization incorrect. Input voice authorization. OPHIDIA: Now what? O'BRIEN: Try the guard. (OPHIDIA hauls him to his feet. He awakens very frightened) And hurry, there's probably a time limit. GUARD: Don't hurt me. OPHIDIA: Don't make me. (She drags him over to the console and pushes his head over the blinking part) Give the voice authorization. (He balks; she shoves the weapon into the back of his neck) Give it! GUARD: (panicked) I don't have the clearance! OPHIDIA: Crap. Who does? (She has put the request in a normal tone of voice and he does not respond. She remembers, pushes his head down further and bellows) WHO DOES? GUARD: The operator! OPHIDIA: Shit.
(OPHIDIA clubs the guard again, harder this time, and throws him down.
She goes stomping off back down the corridor, starting to have a kind of
a kamikaze look in her eye. She punches in the code and opens the door;
inside things are much as she left them except that BASHIR is more under
control now. Without even greeting them she charges up to ORANZ, grabs
him by the collar, and starts dragging him back to the door) Doctor, can
I borrow a stimulant? (He hands her one; she zots him)
BASHIR: Where are you going with him? OPHIDIA: He's got to give the--(ORANZ awakens, obstreporously) ORANZ: How quaint, a rescue attempt. (Laughs) You'll never get out alive. OPHIDIA: (now having clearly gone over the edge, she puts the weapon to his head and grabs him by the front of his tunic) Listen to me, you scaly queer-bashing son of a bitch, if I hear another sound out of you until I ask for it I'll incinerate you and get someone quieter to do this, got it? (He seems to realize he should not call her on this. She drags him out of the room. The door closes. BASHIR and ODO look at each other.) (OPHIDIA hauls ORANZ, disruptor still to his head, down the corridor and toward the console. SHe gets him in the same position she had the guard and puts the gun to his head, leaning over him) OPHIDIA: Give the thing what it wants. ORANZ: No. OPHIDIA: Give it the authorization. (ORANZ laughs) ORANZ: Why should I? OPHIDIA: (now clearly having crossed over into temporary insanity) Because if you don't I will kill you and feast upon your roasted flesh! (ORANZ tries to look around at her; she forces his head back toward the panel) Oh, you think I'm bluffing, but let me tell you, I'm real mad and I'm REAL HUNGRY, so unless you want my large intestine to be your final resting place TALK TO THE MACHINE! (ORANZ hurriedly speaks several unintelligible words to the computer, including his name) O'BRIEN: That's it. They're down. (OPHIDIA sedates him again and tosses him away.) However, he also appears to have tripped an alarm. (OPHIDIA curses, loudly, and streaks back down the hall to the others as the sound of approaching feet fills the corridor. She runs over to the three of them) OPHIDIA: Four to beam up! (They dematerialize.)
(They materialize back on the ship. BASHIR and ODO move GARAK onto a
cleared space on the floor. As soon as she appears OPHIDIA storms angrily
up to O'BRIEN)
OPHIDIA: That was one hell of a plan, Chief. O'BRIEN: It worked, didn't it? OPHIDIA: All except for the important part-- (As they wrangle, we move to GARAK, BASHIR and ODO. BASHIR is working away at a furious clip, his face clouded as he listens to their dialogue) ODO: Don't do that, Doctor. BASHIR: (Still looking down at his work) Do what? ODO: We were all in shock. Don't blame yourself. (BASHIR checks a tricorder) BASHIR: All right, Odo, you can go now. (ODO morphs back into his usual form and walks toward the front; as he does the ship lurches) OPHIDIA: Hello. O'BRIEN: They've found us. OPHIDIA: I thought we were cloaked. O'BRIEN: There are a lot of ways to track a cloaked ship, especially
one this decrepit. I think we're leaking tetrion. (Another lurch) Don't
worry--I don't think they can pinpoint us exactly. (ODO sits down at tactical.
BASHIR calls from the back)
BASHIR: Ophidia, I need your help here.
(She gets up and runs to the back. During the next conversation the
dialogue is occasionally punctuated by lurches, evasive manoeuvers, and
foul language from O'BRIEN)
OPHIDIA: What should I do? BASHIR: Hold his hand. (She blinks) OPHIDIA: Why? BASHIR: Because I can't! (OPHIDIA shuts up and takes one of GARAK's hands) I want him to know he's safe. (BASHIR continues working. OPHIDIA looks up at him) OPHIDIA: How's he doing? BASHIR: (harassedly) The internal bleeding is stabilized and the cranial injuries are responding, slowly. I can't do anything about the torn shoulder joint, the burns, the bruises, the multiple lacerations, the nerve damage or the rib fractures until I've got that under control. OPHIDIA: I'm sorry, Doctor. (GARAK's head turns slightly and his eyes flutter open. He looks up at BASHIR, who smiles with relief.) BASHIR: It's all right, Elim. You're safe. (GARAK's mouth moves slowly and his voice is faint) GARAK: Julian... BASHIR: Try not to speak. Your jaw was fractured in two places. GARAK: I...(BASHIR's eyes tear and he moves his hands as if to touch him; he can't find a place where touching him wouldn't cause more pain, however, so he doesn't) BASHIR: I'm here, Elim. Everything's going to be all right. (BASHIR starts trying to clean up some of the surface wounds on his head and shoulders) GARAK: (tears now welling out of him) It hurts. BASHIR: I know. Try to rest. It's all over. (GARAK closes his eyes. OPHIDIA gives his hand a squeeze. GARAK turns his head to look at her) OPHIDIA: He would be doing this, but his hands are full. GARAK: (still speaking with difficulty) How...did it go? OPHIDIA: What go? GARAK: (with an attempted smile) Your big date. (BASHIR smiles; OPHIDIA laughs; GARAK chuckles drily) OPHIDIA: You did a fantastic job on me, Garak. I was the Platonic form of ugly. GARAK: Platonic... BASHIR: You remember, we read the Republic. OPHIDIA: Of course you did. (The conversation proceeds as BASHIR continues working on him) O'BRIEN: Well, that's it. We're through the border. (Turns to ODO) Now
all we have to worry about is the Captain.
(A shot of the Promenade. Things are normal. Kira saunters along talking
to Dax; Quark's is bustling, and Sisko is standing on the railing in Jake
and Nog's people-watching spot looking it all over, pensively. We hear
a voiceover)
SISKO: Personal log, supplemental. Despite grave reservations, I have
elected not to press charges against the officers involved in the rescue
attempt. Although we were unable to trace the abduction back to the Kai,
my first officer still harbors suspicions that she was involved. I'm not
sure she's wrong. The exposure of the radical sect whose members abducted
Garak has led to further investigations and arrests for various illegal
activities, and the ideology it represented had been discredited by their
association with Cardassians. The diplomatic reprecussions I feared from
(The camera tracks BASHIR, who wanders listlessly from QUARK's across
the floor to the infirmary. SISKO watches him go)
SISKO: To all appearances, Garak has recovered from his ordeal. I worry,
however, about Doctor Bashir. He has been performing his duties with his
usual efficiency and care but still somehow seems not to be himself. Dax
shares my concern and had an interesting way of putting her hypothesis:
(The camera goes into the replimat, where, at a secluded table, GARAK
and ODO are having breakfast.)
ODO: You're probably wondering why I asked you here. GARAK: It wasn't for the pleasure of my conversation? ODO: Not exactly, although I do need to talk to you. Or rather, I thought you might need to talk to me. GARAK: I'm not sure I follow. ODO: I know you. I know you haven't had counseling or--(GARAK snorts) Don't do me the discourtesy of suspecting I'm about to recommend it. (GARAK looks at him, annoyed but listening) For humans, it has value. But you're not human. Neither am I. GARAK: This is not new information. ODO: But--(this is difficult for him, but he masters his natural reserve) You must do something, Garak. You are not well. GARAK: Thank you *very* much. (Getting up) ODO: Listen to me, Garak, I know what's happening to you and you know why. (GARAK sits down again) Since it's thanks to you that I have this knowledge, I consider myself honor bound to give you the benefit of it. GARAK: Odo... ODO: Now sit still and talk to me. (GARAK looks at him) GARAK: You can really be infuriating when you try. ODO: High praise from a master of the art.
(In sickbay, BASHIR is examining OPHIDIA's left arm.)
BASHIR: Does that hurt? OPHIDIA: *Oh* yeah. BASHIR: What about-- OPHIDIA: Aieee-- BASHIR: Well, that settles it. You've pulled one of your deltoids. (Gets out a regenerator thingie) Have you been over-using that arm? OPHIDIA: (Looking at it) Well, now you mention it, I was using it to haul Oranz around with. (BASHIR nods absently) It's funny, you know, I discovered that even though I'm left-handed I naturally held the disruptor in my right. (BASHIR shines the regenerator on her) I'm not used to that kind of exercise, I guess. (She becomes pensive and sits silent while he finishes) Doctor? BASHIR: Yes? OPHIDIA: I threatened to roast and eat another sentient life form. That is not like me. BASHIR: We all...(trails off) OPHIDIA: You never know how you'll react in a situation like that until you encounter it, I guess. Who would have thought I have a homicidal, cannibalistic maniac somewhere inside me waiting to get out. (Looks at BASHIR) You haven't processed it. BASHIR: Pardon? OPHIDIA: What happened. BASHIR: Garak...doesn't like to talk about it. (Laughs) No surprise there. OPHIDIA: No, Doctor. I mean what happened to you.
(Back in the replimat, GARAK is now in the middle of an animated, if
hushed, exchange with ODO)
GARAK: I don't understand myself. We haven't had--we've hardly touched each other since we came back-- ODO: Do I need to know-- GARAK: You asked. I don't initiate and if he does I shut down immediately. ODO: And he's-- GARAK: What do you expect? He's being excruciatingly considerate and maddeningly patient, as he would, but you see the problem is, I would donate organs to be with him, Odo, and I can't. ODO: I found out something very interesting in the Gamma Quadrant. GARAK: Please, favor me with your widsom. ODO: Torture isn't about information. You probably knew that. It's not even about power. It's education. (GARAK looks at him.) You teach the victim something you want him to know. You drill it right into his body. GARAK: What did I teach you? ODO: That the solids are stronger. That if I have ever been upright or brave it was only because I knew that nothing could hurt me. Once I had a body I broke like anyone else would have. I learned that if I ever prided myself on courage or rectitude or strength it was only out of confidence in my invulnerability. That changelings, really, are cowards. GARAK: But that's not-- ODO: True? Maybe not. You make it true by learning it. And untrue by
unlearning it. (GARAK considers this) Here's what I think they taught you:
that your mind is your strength but your body is your weakness. That
your body exists only so that you can be hurt through it. (GARAK leans
back,
GARAK: How do you unlearn? ODO: I'm not sure I know.
(Quark's. OPHIDIA is still haggling with him over the root beer. BASHIR
and GARAK walk up to the bar and motion him down to their end)
QUARK: Excuse me. OPHIDIA: (Calling down as he attends to them) If you tell me they want the root beer, I'll know you're lying. (During this they have had a whispered conversation) QUARK: Certainly. I'll get everything ready. (Starts off) Perhaps you gentlemen would like to set up a standing reservation? I could-- BASHIR: Quark, just do it. (QUARK looks at him, decides against the usual banter, and moves off. BASHIR looks down at OPHIDIA) Still here? OPHIDIA: Leaving day after tomorrow. BASHIR: Uh huh. OPHIDIA: Really! I'm having a farewell concert, so you know it's true.
(He laughs. QUARK returns and nods to them; they go up the steps into the
holosuite.
(The holosuite program is the same as in the first scene. As they enter
the room the semblance of normality falls away from both of them and they
stand looking at the chair in the middle of it. The bands are lying on
the seat of the chair. BASHIR takes out a pair of wrist restraints. He
sighs
BASHIR: Garak...are you sure you want to do this? GARAK: Doctor, I am one hundred percent certain that I do *not* want
to do this, but I think I have to. (BASHIR nods. GARAK sits in the chair
and BASHIR, very sombre, starts putting the restraints on him.) I need
to know that you can never hurt me. (BASHIR comes around to the front,
having done
BASHIR: You know I never could. GARAK: Teach me that. (BASHIR takes out a blindfold but balks at putting
it on) It's all right, Doctor. (BASHIR blindfolds him and steps back. There
is a pause.) Talk to me.
(Back at QUARK's, OPHIDIA is taking a crate of bottles from behind the
counter and coming around the bar with a pleased expression. She bumps
into DAX on her way out the door)
DAX: Oh, so you got it after all! OPHIDIA: Congratulate me, my friend, I have just managed to get something out of a Ferengi *at cost.* DAX: Get out of here! OPHIDIA: I can hardly believe it myself. I'm starting to think I have a natural turn for this sort of thing. DAX: What happened to you down there? OPHIDIA: (grim for a moment) I'll tell you all about it sometime later. Right now I have to go drop this off. DAX: See you later. Have you seen Julian? OPHIDIA: He's up there in the holosuite with Garak. They've been in there almost an hour. DAX: Oh, good. I'm so glad they're finally having fun again. OPHIDIA: (Looking up at the stairs to the holosuite) Let's hope.
(Back in the holosuite, BASHIR is sitting down in front of the chair,
his knees drawn up with his arms wrapped around them. They have been talking
for quite some time now and both are agitated and intense)
GARAK: But it made it worse that--he did everything wrong. Everything. And it still worked. (Pause) Your language has a word for shame, Doctor, but I'm not...(takes a difficult breath) I'm not sure you can understand what it means to a Cardassian. BASHIR: I might understand more than you think. Garak...I don't know what you remember about the rescue...I don't think you were conscious for most of it. GARAK: I heard your voice. I had been wanting to hear it...I thought it must be a delusion so I looked up and then I saw...myself. BASHIR: It was me. GARAK: What did *you* see, Doctor? BASHIR: I saw...I saw...(Rocking back and forth a little now) I'm a doctor, trained to respond to emergencies. When I saw you I knew in my gut without even thinking about it exactly what they had done to you and--I don't think I even had a thought, I was just one shaking mass of pure terror. (His voice is starting to shake) I couldn't move. I don't know what happened to my mind, it seemed not to be there at all, there was nothing but this queasy chilling horror eating me whole and I--I heard Ophidia shouting something at me, but I couldn't do whatever it was, and the next thing I knew I was on my knees vomiting. GARAK: Julian... BASHIR: I had never understood before how completely--how fragile--how much of your pain I feel. How--how utterly destroyed I was going to be by what they had done to you. It went through my body like--it came on me like a seizure, the knowledge of my own danger. (Swallows) So instead of helping you, I... GARAK: No one can be prepared for that who hasn't seen it. BASHIR: I could hardly breathe. It hit me, hard, that I can't live without you, Elim. I literally cannot live. What turned me inside out was fear of death. My death through you. (Wipes his eyes) I've never, ever been afraid of anything the way--and I just--fell apart. GARAK: Julian... BASHIR: At the moment you needed me most I was nothing but a bundle of sick nerves and quaking flesh and self--(The blindfold is getting damp; tears start coming out from under it) GARAK: Your body betrayed you. BASHIR: (quietly) Yes. GARAK: When I saw--you--there, I thought, good. I'm dead. That incompetent moron has finally killed me. Now I can leave. There's my spatra, all ready to go. (Before he can get the next part out, he loses control over his voice and has to fight with it) But then I thought, if that's my spatra, what am I doing still here, why am I not looking down at my body instead of up at him, and suddenly I knew--(some of the terror coming back to him with the memory) I was the body, he was the spatra and I was the body and he would escape and I would be trapped forever in that bleeding, hurting-- BASHIR: Oh, Elim-- GARAK: And I wasn't thinking of you either, Julian, I wasn't anything but sick with the fear that I'd never be free of the horrible thing... BASHIR: Neither one of us, Elim. (GARAK lifts his head) I can't know
what you went through, nobody can know what that's like, but some...a shadow
of it...came to me when I entered that room. (Both of them are now crying
freely, and don't speak for a little while. Finally GARAK says, in a small
GARAK: Julian? BASHIR: Yes?
BASHIR: (in an urgent whisper) Elim--can I--(GARAK nods; BASHIR brings both hands behind GARAK's head to undo the blindfold and it drops. The sudden eye contact breaks something down between them, and GARAK sobs out) GARAK: They broke me, Julian. BASHIR: (equally wrought) They broke me too. (Sobbing, BASHIR cups GARAK's
face in his shaking hands) But broken or whole, I love you, Elim--(in a
sudden convulsive movement GARAK breaks open the restraints (another pair
of O'Brien's patented breakaways) and throws his arms around BASHIR,
BASHIR: Oh God. GARAK: You are the only thing in this miserable universe that I love. (Squeezes him tighter) Broken or whole. (After another few moments, GARAK starts trying to wriggle out of the bands; BASHIR undoes them and they both stand. GARAK looks at BASHIR, then seizes him and kisses him with starving and desperate passion. They cling to each other during the kiss, running their hands over each other's bodies . Finally GARAK pauses to speak) I've wanted you so badly, so long... BASHIR: I know. (Kisses him again) Me too. (GARAK's hands run under BASHIR's tunic; BASHIR shivers and sighs with excitement and relief) GARAK: Oh, Julian...back to life... BASHIR: Not here. (GARAK nods) Come home with me. (Still unwilling to separate, then move erratically toward the door, finally separating to go down the stairs from the holosuite. Without paying any heed to Quark's hail, they charge hand in hand onto the Promenade, where OPHIDIA is exiting from a turbolift to which they are heading. As she spots them) OPHIDIA: Hey, guys, how's--(they don't even see her. They run into the turbolift and are already holding each other before the doors close. OPHIDIA watches them go, a smile breaking gradually over her face, and raises her arms in victory) WOOHOO! (O'BRIEN, who has just wandered by, looks at her in puzzlement) Just felt like celebrating, Chief. O'BRIEN: Good. I was just about to ask if I could buy you a drink. (She seems puzzled) We threw you into a nasty situation without asking your leave and you pulled through like a champ. OPHIDIA: It wasn't a half-bad plan, really. O'BRIEN: Lord love you for a liar. (Beckons her into Quark's) OPHIDIA: But I don't drink, Chief. O'BRIEN: Yes, I noticed. But I'm sure Quark has some other vintage soft
drinks he won't mind unloading. (They exit.)
(Cut to Quark's the next day. OPHIDIA is at the end of her farewell
concert. The crowd is appreciable, although the place is not full. The
officers are all there, interspersed in different groups: DAX, KIRA and
ODO at one table, SISKO, WORF and O"BRIEN at another, and BASHIR and GARAK
SISKO: Well, Mr. Worf, what do you think? WORF: It lacks the emotional intensity of Klingon opera. (GARAK snorts. BASHIR, trying to stifle a giggle, whaps him. GARAK whaps him back.) You find something amusing? BASHIR: (instantly deadpan) No, Commander. Why do you ask? (As soon as WORF turns around they both start giggling again) SISKO: (under his breath, over his shoulder to them) Behave, gentlemen. (They quiet down. We move up to OPHIDIA on stage) OPHIDIA: Since this is my last appearance, I'm going to open the floor for requests again-- GARAK and BASHIR: (in unison, in high glee) "MYSTERY"! (DAX and KIRA pelt both of them with sand peas and other bar munchies; nearby audience members groan; OPHIDIA addresses her remarks to them) OPHIDIA: No more! I've already played it twice tonight, that's all you get. Anyone else? DAX: "I Am Woman!" OPHIDIA: Sorry, I'm afraid I left my motion sickness bag on the ship. RANDOM ENSIGN: "Waterloo!" OPHIDIA: NO! NO ABBA! I don't care *how* many dissertations have been done on "Dancing Queen"-- GARAK: (seriously) "Human Hands." OPHIDIA: All right. That I can live with. (Strikes up the opening.)
(During the first verse we go back to the officers, who are settling
in.
BASHIR: Elim...I'm sorry I wouldn't listen to you when-- GARAK: Oh, Julian, that was a thousand years ago. It doesn't matter. (BASHIR nods and settles onto his shoulder. After a pause) I'm sorry too. (BASHIR nods and snuggles in closer; GARAK strokes his head. SISKO turns to WORF) SISKO: If you'd been here for the beginning of the story, you might find this as...intense...in its own right, as Klingon opera. WORF: What story? O'BRIEN: Sometime when you have a minute I'll brief you. (Pops a handful of sand peas) Meantime listen. (camera moves up to OPHIDIA) OPHIDIA: ...tighter and tighter I hold you tightly--
(The camera cuts to GARAK and BASHIR, who are looking moonily at each
other.)
All
I ever want is just to
(As they kiss, the camera pans back over everyone's heads to OPHIDIA,
who repeats the last line)
All
I ever want is just to
(She fades out to applause, nods, and bows.)
OPHIDIA: Thank you. (Smiling sardonically) Thank you and *good night.* (Blackout.) THE END |
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