INT. TEROK NOR SPACE STATION/TAHMID'S OFFICE
The large room is full of objects unfamiliar to us in this century. FAINE Channing, 30, human, in shoes, panties and a bra, stands with her wrists locked in a restraint attached to a shaft extending from the ceiling.
Cardassian SOLDIER #1 punches her in the nose, drawing blood, while SOLDIER #2 stands by. A third soldier, Glin TAHMID, 40, sits behind his desk.
TAHMID: In the future you will refrain from sarcasm in this room.
FAINE: (breathless from the blow) Yes, Glin.
Tahmid sits back in his chair and smiles.
TAHMID: What's your birthdate?
DISSOLVE TO:
INT. STARFLEET ACADEMY BUILDING LOBBY - DAY
CLOSE ON the smiling face of a male CARDASSIAN civilian, 40.
We ZOOM OUT to see that he is sitting in a small furniture grouping in the lobby of an academic building. Faine sits with him. She is several years older than in the last scene, clothed and unbound.
Faine comes out of her memory with a little jump.
FAINE: I beg your pardon?
CARDASSIAN: I asked when you were born. It's not every day I have the opportunity to meet a time traveler.
FADE TO:
INT. LITTLE BOY'S HOUSE/BEDROOM - NIGHT
A LITTLE BOY, 6, is sleeping in the bed. There's a night light on. The windows are closed.
We see curtains moving, even though the window has not been opened.
Clothes left on the floor move as though someone is walking on them.
INT. LITTLE BOY'S HOUSE/HALLWAY - NIGHT
A bedroom door opens, and a SLEEPY MAN, 40, comes out tying his bathrobe shut.
The wall beside him appears to ripple, then the solid form of a man appears for just an instant before becoming just a ripple in the wall again. We will come to know this invisible man as SINIJ, 30.
SLEEPY MAN: (spooked) What's that? Jennifer, is that you?
EXT. SIDEWALK CAFE - DAY
The street is filled with chaos. Some CUSTOMERS duck for cover while others scamper to escape, screaming and watching their backs. A crowd of BYSTANDERS has started to gather.
Three SECURITY OFFICERS run to the scene.
CLOSE ON a phaser, put away in its pocket, moving with the motion of running. It slows as its bearer arrives at the cafe. Suddenly the phaser flies out of the pocket and shoots all three officers. They go down, either dead or stunned.
One of the cafe tables rises from the ground, turns on its side and just floats in the air.
Customers and bystanders continue to flee screaming while someone o.s. shoots back, the shots hitting the top of the floating table.
FADE OUT
FADE IN:
INT. STARFLEET HQ/CAPTAIN NADO'S OFFICE - DAY
Working at her desk is Starfleet Captain NADO Merenish, 45,
half Bajoran and half Arbazan, wearing a Bajoran earring in her right ear.
The door CHIME sounds.
NADO: Come in.
Admiral LI, 60, enters. Her face is very grave.
LI: Merenish.
NADO: What's wrong?
LI: Get a team together. I've rented you a secure office in the city where you'll be out of view. Merenish, there's a Dominion spy here.
NADO: Here?
LI: On Earth. A Changeling.
FADE TO:
INT. QUICKSILVER HQ/CONFERENCE ROOM - DAY
We are in an office suite in San Francisco. Six Starfleet officers and a Cardassian civilian sit around the table.
At the head is Nado. Commander Robert MACLOMOND, 40, is a human male. Lt. Commander K'VEL, 100, is a Vulcan female. Lieutenant Erin LOBI, 30, is a human female, fair and athletic. Lt. Commander MOWROGH, 30, is a Klingon male. Ensign SHRAGA, 23, Andorian female, is tall, beautiful and graceful. TEJAT, 40, Cardassian male, sits a little apart from the rest at the foot of the table. He wears traditional Cardassian clothing and a Starfleet communicator to match everyone else's.
NADO: First, I want to thank all of you for coming here on such short notice. I'm Captain Nado Merenish. I hope I don't need to remind you that this project, and for that matter, everything that goes on here, is Top Secret. As far as anyone outside this suite is concerned, we're working on the history of the Dominion War for posterity. I'll introduce you all in a moment, but first I want you all to know that I personally chose each and every one of you because you're the best in your field.
Nado stands up and walks slowly around the table, standing near each person in turn.
Nado (CONT'D): This is Commander Robert MacLomond. We've worked together before. He's an expert in biogenic weapons.
Eyebrows go up at the mention of biogenic weapons.
NADO (CONT'D): Lieutenant Commander K'vel is our statistician. Golim Tejat was a member of the Obsidian Order. I've chosen him
for his expertise in covert investigation and interrogation.
The group reacts again.
NADO (CONT'D): Lieutenant Erin Lobi is an expert in battle tactics. Lieutenant Commander Mowrogh. Mowrogh won primary standing for the past three years in the annual hunting tournament on his homeworld. And Ensign Shraga. She's built herself a reputation for her ability to gain access to absolutely anywhere.
SHRAGA: I'm afraid that "reputation," as you call it, is just a rumor, Captain.
NADO: An exaggeration, I'm sure, but as I said, I chose each of you because you are the best at what you do.
Nado sits.
NADO (CONT'D): Now, ladies and gentlemen, our mission. Starfleet is calling it Operation Quicksilver. We have intelligence there's a Dominion spy hiding somewhere here on Earth. Our job is to find and apprehend this Changeling, then find out why they're here. Any questions?
SHRAGA: How do you catch a Changeling? How do you keep him from literally slipping through your fingers?
NADO: Robert?
MACLOMOND: That's where the biogenic weapons come in. There are substances that, when the Changeling comes into contact, will keep him in the form he's in.
LOBI: So we shoot him with this... this stuff... and then we can throw him in the brig and he won't be able to ooze out through the ventilation system?
MACLOMOND: That's the plan.
NADO: K'vel, Tejat, Mowrogh, your job is to review the intelligence and come up with your best estimate of where the Changeling is now. When you've given us a location, Erin, you and I will work out a plan for capturing our friend.
MACLOMOND: You make it sound easy.
NADO: I'm sure it won't be.
LOBI: (raising her hand) Captain Merenish?
NADO: (smiling) Captain Nado, actually. It's a Bajoran tradition. The surname comes first.
LOBI: Captain Nado. What happens after we catch the Changeling? I mean, is just catching him going to be enough to prevent another war with the Dominion?
NADO: I wish I knew the answer to that. Unfortunately, the very fact that the Changeling is here in the first place likely means that the Dominion is at least exploring the idea of restarting the war.
FADE TO:
INT. QUICKSILVER HQ/WORKROOM - DAY
The large room is Operation Quicksilver's nerve center, and the conference room, the holodeck, the transporter room and Nado's office are adjacent. On one side of the room are workstations, simulators and other equipment. On the other are 3 tables with 4 chairs each. There's a big window that lets in lots of light, but the view isn't very good: nearby buildings and a little bit of a side street. It shows that we're on the second story in a city.
K'vel, Tejat and Mowrogh watch the intelligence reports together at one of the workstations. Lobi and Shraga have a snack at one of the tables.
SHRAGA: (laughing) No, I don't think it works that way. (a beat) What do you do for fun?
LOBI: I work out. I like Mok'bara.
SHRAGA: That's a Romulan martial art, right?
LOBI: Klingon. What about you?
SHRAGA: I go climbing.
LOBI: Oh, rock climbing?
SHRAGA: No, climbing buildings, actually.
LOBI: You just climb buildings, like a catburglar?
PAN TO the door to Nado's office.
INT. QUICKSILVER HQ/NADO'S OFFICE - DAY
An ordinary 24th-century office, arranged for efficiency. Nado's desk has a guest chair opposite her own, but there is also a cluster of stuffed chairs for more relaxed visits.
Nado sits at her desk drinking coffee and working at her computer while MacLomond sits in a stuffed chair with his own coffee. They are both relaxed and comfortable with each other.
MACLOMOND: As long as they don't kill each other.
NADO: Robert, if I can put up with you, I'm sure they can come up with a way to put up with each other.
MACLOMOND: Can you?
The door CHIME sounds.
NADO: Come in.
The door opens and Tejat comes in.
TEJAT: Captain, I'm afraid there's going to be a problem with capturing your Changeling.
NADO: My Changeling? Well, you tell Mowrogh he's not allowed to kill you until after we get "my Changeling" and deliver him to Starfleet.
INT. QUICKSILVER HQ/WORKROOM - DAY
K'vel and Mowrogh sit at the same workstation as before, its image frozen. The chair Tejat occupied is now empty. Lobi and Shraga stand behind them.
Tejat leads Nado and MacLomond through the door from Nado's office and toward the workstation. While they are still walking,
MOWROGH: It's not a Changeling.
NADO: It isn't?
MACLOMOND: Then what is it?
Tejat takes the chair he had before, and the others find seats nearby.
K'VEL: Based on the eyewitness accounts and the recorded images, we have concluded that it is highly unlikely the individual in question is a Changeling.
NADO: How unlikely, Commander?
K'VEL: The chances are greater that any of us is a Changeling.
MACLOMOND: Then what is it? Do we know yet?
TEJAT: A Suliban.
MACLOMOND: (doesn't buy it) The Suliban are solids. They're just like you and me.
Tejat fumes.
K'VEL: Members of the Suliban Cabal were given special powers, such as the ability to become invisible when still, the ability-
MACLOMOND: (waving the thought away) Yes, of course. But that was over two hundred years ago. The Cabalists are all long dead.
K'VEL: Nevertheless, this one appears to have the powers of the Cabalists.
LOBI: Will our weapon work on a Suliban to keep him from changing shape?
MacLomond and Nado both shake their heads.
LOBI (CONT'D): Back to square one, then.
TEJAT: Perhaps we could use a transporter.
MACLOMOND: Yes... yes, I believe that would work. Do you have a fix on where he is yet?
MOWROGH: The Serengeti.
NADO: He certainly gets around.
TEJAT: He's searching for something.
NADO: Any idea for what?
TEJAT: (sarcastically) I have many ideas.
NADO: Well, let me know when you get a strong hunch.
LOBI: Where are we going to transport him to, and not have him slipping out under the door? Or her.
K'VEL: Him.
K'vel taps keys on her workstation and the display changes to a fuzzy still photo of Sinij.
K'VEL (CON'T): Perhaps we should build a sealed chamber.
SHRAGA: How will he breathe? Can he fit through any size vent?
LOBI: Maybe it would be simpler to have the holodeck make a transparent aluminum box, and then we could transport the Suliban into it. The holodeck safeties would keep refreshing the oxygen automatically, so there'd be no need for vent holes.
NADO: Good plan. Mr. Mowrogh, take the shuttle and scan for his biosigns, get a fix for a transporter lock. You have a holodeck to program, Lieutenant. Dismissed!
FADE TO:
INT. QUICKSILVER HQ/HOLODECK
The holodeck is nearly empty, and we see its black and orange grid. In the center of the floor is a large box, all six sides transparent, and sitting on a chair inside it is Sinij, wearing his red Cabal uniform and a Starfleet communicator.
Nado and Tejat stand outside the box. Tejat is listening intently.
NADO: I'm Captain Nado Merinish and this is Golim Tejat. What's your name?
SINIJ: Sinij.
NADO: Where are you from, Sinij?
SINIJ: I was raised in the Tandaran Sector.
NADO: When did you come to Earth?
SINIJ: About ten days ago.
NADO: Is this your first time on Earth?
SINIJ: Yes.
NADO: Why did you come here?
SINIJ: I don't know.
NADO: How did you get here?
SINIJ: I don't know.
NADO: Did you arrive on a public transport? Hitch a ride on a cargo vessel?
SINIJ: I don't know.
NADO: Was coming here your idea, or did someone else put you up to it?
SINIJ: It was someone else's idea, I think.
NADO: Whose?
SINIJ: I don't know.
NADO: Mr. Sinij, I'm sure you're aware of the severity of the charges you're facing. To us, it looks like you've come here with the purpose of wreaking havoc on Earth, maybe even destroying the Federation. Now, if you have another explanation for what's happened, I'd like to hear it. It certainly would make things much better for you. I would think you'd want to cooperate.
TEJAT: He is cooperating.
NADO: I beg your pardon?
TEJAT: He is cooperating. He really doesn't know how he got here or who sent him. He's just as confused as you are.
INT. QUICKSILVER HQ/CONFERENCE ROOM - NIGHT
Nado, MacLomond, K'vel, Tejat, Mowrogh, Lobi, Shraga and Sinij sit around the table, Nado at the head and Tejat at the foot.
SINIJ: I was on a planet called Grua Three, buying supplies. Something stunned me, and when I awoke, I was in a room with a sleeping Human child. And I don't know how, but when I was on Grua Three, it was about two hundred twenty years ago.
MACLOMOND: So you are from the past, then, from the Sulibal Cabal?
SINIJ: Yes.
NADO: Try to remember your very last moments on Grua Three. Exactly what happened?
SINIJ: I had finished my errands at the bazaar and was on my way to the ruins of the ancient wharf. I like to watch the bats catch fish.
NADO: But you never made it to the wharf.
SINIJ: That's correct.
NADO: And you have no idea how you got here on Earth, or who would have done this?
SINIJ: No idea.
SHRAGA: What about those people you were working for, those time travelers?
SINIJ: They can't actually travel in time, only communicate.
K'VEL: He's correct. They did not have the technology to do this.
NADO: Find him a room, contact the Suliban and Grua Three, and see if you can find any other jumps in space and time like this. I have a report to make to Starfleet.
FADE TO:
INT. QUICKSILVER HQ/NADO'S OFFICE - NIGHT
Nado is curled up in a chair working on a PADD.
The door CHIME sounds.
NADO: Enter.
The door opens and K'vel walks in.
K'VEL: I found a Human who appeared on a Cardassian space station and claimed to be from three hundred fifty years in the past.
NADO: See if he'll come talk to us.
INT. QUICKSILVER HQ/CONFERENCE ROOM - NIGHT
Nado, MacLomond, K'vel, Tejat, Mowrogh, Lobi, Shraga, Sinij and Faine sit around the table. Nado is at the head and Tejat at the foot.
FAINE: I was born near the turn of the twenty-first century in the United States.
MOWROGH: In what?
MACLOMOND: North America.
FAINE: I was just starting to turn to go up the steps to my cousin's apartment, and I guess I blacked out. And when I came to, I was on Terok Nor.
SHRAGA: On Terra...?
MOWROGH: Deep Space Nine.
FAINE: Yeah, Deep Space Nine, but back when it was run by Cardassians, and Gul Dukat was in charge. Dukat kept me as his personal... (searching for the right word) ...prisoner, and a few days after I got there he had a guest. It was another gul, and Dukat played the good host and lent me to the other gul for the night.
BEGIN FLASHBACK
INT. TEROK NOR/GUEST QUARTERS
Caybin G'LEK, 40, a Cardassian gul, stands as Faine enters stiffly, escorted by a GUARD who remains in the doorway. Faine is younger, and she is bruised all over, including on her face. She wears a long-sleeved silk blouse over a compression tank.
G'lek sweeps Faine from head to toe with a cold gaze, evaluating her. His bearing is both regal and arrogant. He is from one of Cardassia's most privileged families, and his speech shows it: the Universal Translator renders his accent as that of an English nobleman.
G'LEK: (to the guard) You may go.
The guard leaves and the door closes.
G'LEK (CONT'D): Sit down.
Faine sits in a chair, wincing with pain.
G'lek sits nearby.
G'LEK (CONT'D): I'm Gul G'lek.
Faine just sits there in a daze.
G'LEK (CONT'D): And you are?
FAINE: Faine Channing, Gul.
G'lek scans her with the Cardassian version of a tricorder.
G'LEK: Stay there.
He gets up, walks to a compartment, opens it and grabs a dermal regenerator. He returns and uses it on Faine's face and head. The bruises disappear.
G'LEK (CONT'D): Unfasten your top.
Faine unbuttons the front of her shirt.
G'lek unbuttons the cuff of her right sleeve and gently slides the shirt off her right side. Faine's forearm is bruised and swollen.
G'lek uses the device on it, causing it to return to normal, then carefully feels her forearm and wrist with his fingers.
FAINE: Thank you, Gul!
G'lek shakes his head, unsatisfied.
G'LEK: I'm not a doctor, and I'm not familiar with your species.
He picks up the scanner again, ready to move on to the next injury.
FADE TO:
INT. TEROK NOR/GUEST QUARTERS
G'lek has finished his first aid; Faine is as healed as he can manage. He stands at the replicator, and she stands not far behind him.
The replicator creates a blanket, which G'lek removes and spreads on the floor.
G'lek turns back to the replicator again.
G'LEK: Blanket.
Another blanket materializes.
FAINE: Can I help you, Gul?
G'lek nods and passes her the second blanket.
Faine spreads it on top of the first one.
G'LEK: Blanket.
Another blanket materializes. He passes it to Faine.
Faine adds it to the pile.
G'LEK (CONT'D): Blanket.
A fourth blanket materializes.
G'lek passes it to Faine.
Faine spreads it on top of the others.
G'lek removes his uniform top and turns down the top three blankets.
Faine starts to try to climb in beside him.
G'LEK (CONT'D): Go sleep in the bed.
END FLASHBACK.
INT. QUICKSILVER HQ/CONFERENCE ROOM - NIGHT
Nado, MacLomond, K'vel, Tejat, Mowrogh, Lobi, Shraga, Sinij and Faine sit around the table.
FAINE: He didn't touch me all night, or in the morning, either, and then he left. I was sure Dukat was going to kill me, and then I started worrying that he wouldn't kill me.
SINIJ: Kill you? For what offense?
FAINE: Dukat sent me to that room to please G'lek, and I failed. Couldn't even get him to look at me.
MOWROGH: (turned off by Faine's appearance) Maybe Humans just aren't his type.
TEJAT: (to himself) Try telling that to Dukat.
NADO: It looks like he didn't kill you.
FAINE: A guard came and took me to Dukat's office, and G'lek was there with Dukat, and I was thinking, "Please kill me, please kill me." It was all I could do not to say it out loud. I knew if I actually asked him, he wouldn't do it. And then Dukat looked at me and said, "I've sold you, Terran. You belong to Gul G'lek now." And that was all. I left with G'lek on his ship, and I stayed there until the war was over.
SHRAGA: The Domininion War?
FAINE: No, the other one, the one between the Cardassian Union and the Federation. And when the treaty was signed, he put me on a shuttle and sent me back to Terok-Deep Space Nine.
LOBI: So you live on Deep Space Nine now?
FAINE: (shaking her head) I live right here in San Francisco. They offered me a job teaching at Starfleet Academy. I was flattered. I had to take it.
SINIJ: Teaching what subject?
FAINE: Earth history.
MACLOMOND: (smiling) Of course.
INT. QUICKSILVER HQ/NADO'S OFFICE - DAY
Nado sits at her desk speaking with Faine, who sits opposite her.
NADO: I have an obligation to try to corroborate your story. I hope you understand.
FAINE: Of course.
NADO: I've contacted Gul G'lek. He's already in San Francisco for a conference on reconstruction, and he's agreed to come by this afternoon. Now, I know this must be very difficult for you, and I wanted to give you the chance to leave before he arrives. We'll contact you when he's gone.
FAINE: You don't want me here?
NADO: No, I just don't want you to feel obligated to stay. This can't be easy for you, Faine.
FAINE: I appreciate it, Captain. But if it's okay, I'd like to stay.
FADE TO:
INT. QUICKSILVER HQ/LOBBY - DAY
A no-frills foyer.
Nado stands waiting.
The door opens, and we see G'lek, a little older and dressed in civilian clothing. His bearing is still regal, but the haughtiness is gone and there's a new sadness in his eyes. He remains in the doorway and bows gallantly.
G'LEK: G'lek Caybin, Captain.
NADO: Merenish Nado, Gul. Please come in. Thank you for coming on such short notice.
G'lek walks in.
G'LEK: I hope I can help.
FADE TO:
INT. QUICKSILVER HQ/CONFERENCE ROOM - DAY
Nado, MacLomond, K'vel, Mowrogh, Lobi, Shraga, Tejat, Sinij and Faine sit around the table, Nado at the head and Tejat at the foot.
NADO: Sinij and Faine have agreed to join us, provided we're even able to continue. The problem is, Starfleet doesn't consider your predicament a very high priority. Now that we know there's no Dominion spy out there, apparently there are more pressing needs than two stranded people from the past. Now, they haven't made up their minds yet, and I'm trying as hard as I can. But I should warn you, it doesn't look good.
FADE TO:
INT. QUICKSILVER HQ/WORKROOM - DAY
Lobi and Faine carry their food from the replicator to a table and sit down.
LOBI: What are you going to do if Starfleet cancels the mission?
FAINE: I'm on a short-term, indefinite leave from the Academy; I'll just go right back to teaching.
LOBI: How come you never went back?
FAINE: Back to teaching?
LOBI: No, how come you never went back to your own time? To be honest, I'm surprised they even let you stay.
FAINE: I wanted to go home. The Cardassians couldn't return me. There was the war, and Gul G'lek had to keep me a secret, but when the war-
LOBI: (interrupting) Why? Sorry to interrupt, but why did G'lek have to keep you a secret?
FAINE: Well, he bought me from Dukat to save my life, but slavery isn't OK for Cardassians, either. So G'lek had to keep quiet about Dukat's "indiscretions," or Dukat could have gotten him thrown out of the military, and he was trying to end the war.
LOBI: The Cardassian war? I think that so-called peace treaty killed more people than the war ever did.
FAINE: Nothing's ever simple with Cardassians, is it? When the war ended and they dropped me off at Deep Space Nine, I was all excited to go home. But after I'd been through interrogation with Odo-and that's another story-they said I couldn't go back.
LOBI: Did they say why?
FAINE: Yes, and even I had to admit that they were right. I couldn't go back.
LOBI: Really?
FAINE: When I disappeared, my kids changed.
LOBI: (flinching) You have kids?
FAINE: Searching for me led my son to become a physicist. His writings weren't published in his lifetime: nobody understood them. But apparently Zefram Cochrane read them.
LOBI: So if you go back, you could prevent First Contact.
FAINE: Exactly.
FADE TO:
INT. QUICKSILVER HQ/WORKROOM - DAY
K'vel and Mowrogh work together at one of the workstations while MacLomond works alone at another. Lobi and Sinij sit at one of the tables and Shraga and Faine at another. Tejat paces and looks out of the big window, awkwardly useless.
SHRAGA: (consulting her PADD) K'vel wants to know your location when you transported, as exactly as possible.
FAINE: I suppose the room had something to do with ore processing, but I didn't know what I was looking at.
SHRAGA: Sorry, I meant the location you transported from. We already know where you landed.
FAINE: Oh, Chicago.
SHRAGA: Shih-cah-go. And where is that?
FAINE: North America. It's a big city. Commander MacLomond will know it, maybe even Commander K'vel.
SHRAGA: It would help if you can remember the exact spot.
FAINE: Oh, sure, um... Oh, come on, I know this! It was Connie's apartment on, um... Give me a minute.
SHRAGA: Take your time.
Faine puts her head in her hands, concentrating.
She groans, annoyed, and stands up.
She walks to Tejat, who is still at the window.
FAINE: Excuse me. Is it possible...
She stops when she sees Tejat's face. He looks unfriendly.
TEJAT: (coming out of his daydreams) Is what possible?
FAINE: Can you help me remember something?
TEJAT: What kind of something?
FAINE: They need to know the address, the exact location where I was on Earth just before I ended up on Terok Nor. I know it. It's in there. It just won't come out right now. Is there a way you can help me remember it?
TEJAT: You're probably trying too hard. Normally, I would say don't worry about it. Think about other things for a week, and it will come to you. But you don't have time for that. We could try drugs. There's no drug that makes you remember things, but there are many drugs to help you relax. Luckily, you're Human. Your mind will be easy to influence.
Faine looks at him, considering, then nods.
FADE TO:
INT. QUICKSILVER HQ/HOLODECK
The room is empty except for Tejat and Faine.
He administers a hypospray to her neck.
FAINE: (laughing) Whoa! I never get used to how fast these hypospray drugs take effect. I can't believe I'm letting a Cardassian spy drug me.
TEJAT: Just let your mind relax.
FAINE: You don't look like him, you know. At the Academy, nobody can tell you Cardassians apart-well, the students, anyway. I guess you all look alike to them. But you don't look anything like him. It was so good to see him today.
TEJAT: Are you talking about G'lek?
FAINE: G'lek! Did you see his ridges? Well, of course you did. What am I saying? Everyone did. Caybin G'lek. It's such a nice name, don't you think?
TEJAT: (amused) The address?
FAINE: Oh, the address, right, of course. I was so scared that first day I met him. He saved my life, you know. When anyone else was around he was all arrogant, pretended not to care, but I knew better. He didn't want to look soft on Humans. We were in the middle of a war, after all.
TEJAT: (still amused) North America. The address.
FAINE: What? Oh, the address. If he hadn't come and bought me then, I wouldn't have made it. Dukat was killing me.
Tejat turns away from Faine and indulges in a silent laugh, then makes a threatening face and turns back to her.
FAINE (CONT'D): I wouldn't have lasted much longer, maybe another day, maybe not e-
Tejat shoves Faine against the wall, his hand on her throat.
TEJAT: Tell me the address, now!
FAINE: (panicking) Twenty-four thirty-seven Garrison
Boulevard.
Tejat lets go of her and laughs.
He gives her another hypospray.
INT. QUICKSILVER HQ/WORKROOM - DAY
K'vel and Sinij work together at a workstation while MacLomond sits nearby, ready to assist. Lobi, Shraga and Mowrogh sit at a table.
Tejat and Faine enter.
Tejat walks to the replicator, and Faine, now sober, joins K'vel, Sinij and MacLomond at the workstations.
TEJAT: Hot fish juice.
K'VEL: Twenty-four thirty-seven Garrison Boulevard, Chicago, United States. Is that correct?
FAINE: Yup, that's it.
K'VEL: And where is Chicago?
FAINE: Chicago, Illinois. On Lake Michigan. (to MacLomond)
You know, Chicago.
MACLOMOND: Never heard of it. But don't go by me; I grew up on a colony world. Erin, you familiar with a city in North America called Chicago?
LOBI: Doesn't ring a bell.
FAINE: Maybe they changed the name.
K'VEL: (to her workstation) Display all information for a municipality on Earth named Chicago.
COMPUTER (V.O.): There is no record of a Chicago in the Sol system within the last five hundred years.
K'VEL: Was the city known by any other name?
FAINE: (shocked) Not really.
OFF FAINE'S SCARED FACE