Scene: Station Log, stardate 46925.1. We have been honored with a visit by a delegation of Federation ambassadors on a fact-finding mission to the wormhole. Fortunately I have just the officer to take them off my hands.
Bashir: I only wish there was something I could do, Ambassador.
Taxco: Madam Ambassador.
Bashir: Madam Ambassador. But all the guest quarters on the station are roughly the same size.
Taxco: Then move me to the crew level.
Bashir: All the quarters on the crew level are currently occupied.
Taxco: Then someone can move. You, for example.
Vadosia: She did the same thing during the voyage here. She's never satisfied.
Taxco: At least I didn't bother the Captain every hour with some new suggestion on how to run his ship.
Vadosia: He welcomed my suggestions, as I'm sure your Commander Sisko will welcome them. If we ever get to spend any time with him.
Bashir: Commander Sisko is extremely busy.
Vadosia: With what?
Bashir: With the recalibration sweep.
Lojal: What are you recalibrating?
Bashir: Everything. It's a sweeping recalibration of all systems.
Lojal: I cannot speak for the others, but I would be fascinated to observe this recalibration, Doctor.
Bashir: You would? After your long trip, I thought you might enjoy stopping by a holosuite?
Taxco: Are you actually suggesting we indulge in one of those disgusting Ferengi sex programs?
Bashir: No. I, the holosuites are capable of many different
Vadosia: Of course that was what he was suggesting. The Arbazan are so sexually repressed.
Taxco: Why, this is outrageous.
Bashir: Perhaps we should all just get some rest.
Lojal: I did not come all this way to rest, Doctor. I would like to see your facility.
Taxco: A first-year officer assigned as our liaison. Starfleet command will hear of this.
Bashir: Ambassador. Madam Ambassador, I'm only
Lwaxana: Oh! Where is it? It's gone! It's gone!
Bashir: What's gone, Madam Ambassador?
Lwaxana: My latinum hairbrooch.
Bashir: Quark!
Lwaxana: I had just made a third straight cross. I was leaning across the table to pick up the dice again, something brushed against me and my God, I've been wigged.
Quark: What's the problem here?
Bashir: Someone has stolen Ambassador Troi's latinum hairbrooch.
Quark: I'm sorry, but as the sign says, the establishment is not responsible for the loss of any personal items.
Lwaxana: Sign? What sign?
Quark: The one above the door.
Bashir: You'd have to stand on a chair to read that.
Quark: House rules. I'm very sorry. Have a nice day.
Lwaxana: You are dealing with a daughter of the Fifth House, Holder of the sacred Chalice of Rixx, Heir to the holy Rings of Betazed.
Quark: Not my ear, please!
Lwaxana: Yes, and I know where it hurts the most, you little troll. Now, I want this room sealed and I want everyone in it strip-searched until you find my brooch.
Odo: May I be of service?
Bashir: Oh, thank goodness. Our Chief of Security, Odo.
Odo: What seems to be the problem?
Lwaxana: Well, my brooch has been stolen. It's been in my family for thirty six generations. It's absolutely priceless, and I want it back.
Odo: You're certain you were wearing it today.
Lwaxana: Yes, of course, I'm certain. I never use this hair without it.
Odo: I see. You're Betazoid?
Lwaxana: Of course.
Odo: Telepathic.
Lwaxana: Yes.
Odo: And you sense no guilt anywhere in this room?
Lwaxana: No, but Betazoids cannot read Ferengis.
Odo: Quark has plenty of reason to feel guilty, but he usually doesn't have to resort to petty theft to fleece his clients.
Quark: Thank you.
Odo: Wait a minute. Empty your pockets now.
Odo: Well, since when did you join Starfleet?
Lwaxana: That's it. That's my brooch. But how did you know?
Odo: Dopterians are distant relatives of the Ferengi. It made sense that if you couldn't read Quark, you might not be able to read this charming fellow either.
Lwaxana: How perfectly brilliant of you.
Lwaxana: Doctor, I want to know everything there is to know about your Security Chief.
O'Brien: Computer, is the diagnostic on the fusion power plant finished yet?
Computer: Affirmative. The fusion power plant is operating within normal parameters.
O'Brien: What are you talking about? It's thirteen percent below normal.
Computer: Cardassian specifications accept operating efficiency within twenty percent.
O'Brien: Well, I don't. Anara.
Anara: Yes, sir.
O'Brien: How much do you know about the carbon reaction chambers?
Anara: I've learned a little about laser-induced fusion. Not much more than the basics.
O'Brien: It's a bloody inefficient system, and I'd trade it in for a Federation model tomorrow if I could. But it's all we've got. Do me a favor. Keep an eye on the exhaust plasma temperature. Computer, increase deuterium flow by five percent to reaction chamber two.
Computer: Procedure is not recommended.
O'Brien: Look, I've had enough of your opinions, damn it. Just do it.
Computer: Procedure is not recommended. Consult Cardassian operational guidelines, paragraph two five four A, now on screen.
O'Brien: I don't want to read your tech manual. Fine, we'll do it ourselves. Re-initializing reactor two. Directing plasma stream to conduits one four three, one four four
Anara: Chief O'Brien. The power flow from reactor two has just been shut down.
O'Brien: What? Computer, analyze reactor two failure.
Computer: Reactor two was shut down after sensors detected a potential overload of the carbon reaction chambers.
O'Brien: That's it. That's the straw.
Sisko: Relax, Chief. It's just a computer.
O'Brien: This is no computer. This is my arch enemy.
Sisko: You've got it working just fine, as far as I can tell.
O'Brien: Fine? With all due respect, Commander, as an engineer, I couldn't look at myself in the mirror if I allowed this computer to perform as it is now. I'll have to do a root canal.
Sisko: Root canal?
O'Brien: It's engineering shorthand, sir. I'll have to get into its guts and rebuild her from the ground up.
Sisko: How long will that take?
O'Brien: Well, I'm still not that familiar with Cardassian technology but I'd guess no more than two, three years.
Sisko: That's going to take a lot of man-hours. Is it really necessary?
O'Brien: You don't understand.
Sisko: Let's just say I don't have your sensitivity to the computer.
O'Brien: That's all right. Forget about it.
Sisko: Chief.
O'Brien: It's all right. It doesn't matter.
Sisko: Chief, I want you to do what you have to do.
O'Brien: Thank you, sir. I'll get on it right away.
Bashir: And this is Ops.
Vadosia: The heart and soul of Deep Space Nine. Ah, there you are, Commander.
Sisko: Gentlemen. Madam Ambassador.
Bashir: They insisted on seeing Operations, sir.
Sisko: Of course. Make yourself at home. I trust that Doctor Bashir has been taking care of all your needs.
Taxco: He refuses to change my accommodations.
Sisko: Accommodations?
Taxco: If I have to sleep another night on a Cardassian bed with gargoyles staring at me from the woodpoles
Kira: Commander, unidentified vessel coming through the wormhole.
Sisko: On screen. Excuse me.
Bashir: You'll get a better view from over here.
Bashir: Quite a sight, isn't it?
Vadosia: That's it? That's the whole thing?
Bashir: Well, yes, it is.
Vadosia: I was expecting more somehow.
Dax: Scanners aren't picking up any lifeforms on board.
Sisko: A probe?
Dax: Might be. I'm reading an extensive computer array but no signals to suggest it's trying to maintain contact with the mother ship.
Sisko: Are the computers compatible with ours?
Dax: It's hard to tell. I don't recognize any known subprocessor patterns.
Lojal: Obviously the young woman doesn't have the necessary experience. Perhaps I
Bashir: The young woman over there has over three hundred years experience, Ambassador.
Dax: I might have better luck if we towed it into the docking ring.
Sisko: No. Not until we know a little more about it. Major, tow it to five hundred meters off the docking ring.
Kira: Yes, sir.
Sisko: Mister O'Brien, try to set up an adaptive interface link and see if we can download any information from it.
O'Brien: Aye, sir.
Bashir: I think it will be best if we clear this area.
Vadosia: But this probe may represent contact with a new species. Commander, I think it would be appropriate for at least one Federation Ambassador to be present at this historic occasion, and since I have a particular interest in first contact procedures
Sisko: I appreciate your interest, Ambassador. And to keep you all informed, I'm scheduling a briefing at oh four hundred. In the meantime, Doctor Bashir, the best place to view this probe is from the docking ring near port seven.
Bashir: I'll show them the way.
Lwaxana: Such concentration. Such intensity, such a passion for your work. Tracking intergalactic malefactors.
Odo: Most people find it rather tedious.
Lwaxana: Tedious? No, those of us who have been beneficiaries of your heroism would never call your work tedious. We've learned that on this station, you are the thin beige line between order and chaos.
Odo: That's my job. Now, what can I do for you? You haven't lost anything else, I hope.
Lwaxana: Only my heart.
Odo: I beg your pardon?
Lwaxana: Is Odo your first or last name?
Odo: Yes.
Lwaxana: Ah, then I can just call you?
Odo: Odo.
Lwaxana: It has a certain lyrical quality.
Odo: Lyrical?
Lwaxana: Odo. It rolls off the tongue.
Odo: I have a lot of work to do.
Lwaxana: I'm understand you're a shape-shifter.
Odo: That's correct.
Lwaxana: I've never been with a shape-shifter.
Odo: Been with?
Lwaxana: I've heard you're the only one of your kind.
Odo: So far.
Lwaxana: All the men I've known have needed to be shaped and molded and manipulated. Finally I've met a man who knows how to do it himself.
Odo: Is that the comm.? I think it is. Excuse me, I've got to get to Ops.
Computer: Initiating high-resolution scan. Memory nodes located. Proceeding with data transfer.
O'Brien: Yeah, there you go. Who would have thought?
Dax: You seem surprised, Chief.
O'Brien: Well, knowing this computer, I thought I would have to reconfigure the whole emulator module to make it compatible with the probe, but it's cooperating for once.
Computer: Transfer of data is complete.
O'Brien: Well done, computer.
Dax: Computer, run standard code translations on probe data. Isolate syntax results.
Computer: Processing. Stand by.
Sisko: Come in. Yes, Odo.
Odo: Commander, I have a problem.
Sisko: Quark again?
Odo: No, sir, this one's named Lwaxana.
Sisko: Lwaxana Troi the Ambassador?
Odo: That's her. There was a minor incident at the bar that I helped her with, and now she's grateful.
Sisko: What's the problem?
Odo: The manner in which she expresses her gratitude. To be honest, Commander, she seems interested in me.
Sisko: What's wrong with that?
Odo: She's extremely aggressive.
Sisko: I see. So, she's after you.
Odo: Like a Wanoni tracehound.
Sisko: Have you thought of letting her catch you?
Odo: Sir?
Sisko: A little romance, Odo.
Odo: I have six pylons that need a complete security sweep. I don't have time for romantic interludes. Frankly, in my humble opinion, most of you humanoids spend far too much time on your respective mating rituals.
Sisko: It does help the procreation of one's species.
Odo: Procreation does not require changing how you smell, or writing bad poetry, or sacrificing various plants to serve as tokens of affection. In any event, it's all irrelevant to me.
Sisko: I'm sorry to hear that.
Odo: I would appreciate it if you would do something about this woman.
Sisko: Me?
Odo: Just tell her to leave me alone.
Sisko: Constable, you can handle thieves and killers but not one Betazoid woman?
Odo: I understand thieves and killers. I don't understand her.
Sisko: I can't help you, Odo.
Odo: I'm just trying to avoid a diplomatic incident. I don't want to insult the Ambassador.
Sisko: A reasonable concern. I suggest you handle the matter with great delicacy.
Odo: I don't handle delicacy very well.
Anara: The probe appears to be made out of some sort of corundium alloy.
Computer: Analysis of all subprocessor modules is complete.
O'Brien: Already? On screen. Lieutenant?
Dax: No science modules, no communications system, and enough computer capacity to run a Galaxy class starship. It's very odd.
O'Brien: That's an awful lot of computer hardware to simply navigate a probe.
Kira: Anything?
Dax: Nothing to suggest the probe's mission or any hint of its origin.
Lwaxana: Ah, there you are, Odo.
Lwaxana: Have you ever been on the fourth moon of Andevian Two at dawn?
Odo: Can't say I have.
Lwaxana: I have the most wonderful holo-program and I've reserved a suite for us with that Quark person.
Odo: You told Quark you were going into a holosuite with me?
Lwaxana: Of course. He's preparing a special picnic basket for us.
Odo: Good lord.
Odo: I'm afraid I'm not available. I have to get to upper pylon three immediately.
Odo: Madame Ambassador.
Lwaxana: Lwaxana. Upper pylon three. I've always wanted to see an upper pylon.
Lwaxana: I know. I'll have Quark send one of his minions with our basket. We'll have our picnic up there.
Odo: Madame Ambassador.
Lwaxana: Lwaxana.
Odo: I don't eat. This is not a real mouth, it is an approximation of one. I do not have an esophagus or a stomach or a digestive system. I am not like you. Every sixteen hours, I turn into a liquid.
Lwaxana: I can swim.
Odo: Computer? Computer. Odo to Ops.
Kira: Go ahead, Odo.
Odo: Ambassador Troi and I are stuck in turbolift seven. What's going on?
Anara: Power to the pylon turbolifts has failed.
Kira: We're reading a turbolift failure, Odo. We'll beam you out.
Dax: Locking on. Prepare to transport.
Odo: Ready.
Dax: Energizing.
Odo: Well?
Kira: Looks like the transporter's down too. But don't worry, Constable, we'll get it repaired right away.
Dax: Dax to Chief O'Brien, please report to Ops immediately.
Kira: Be patient, Odo.
Kira: We'll get you out of there as soon as we can.
Lwaxana: Alone at last.
Computer: Electromotive coil functions normal. Load detection functions normal. Diagnostic complete.
O'Brien: I don't get it. Every component of the turbolift power net seems to be operational.
Dax: We can't find anything wrong with the transporter.
Kira: Great. Everything's in working order except nothing's working.
Sisko: How do we get our people out of the turbolift, Chief?
O'Brien: If we were on a starship, I'd reroute the EPS power flow in a couple of hours but with this computer, there's no telling how long it'll take.
Sisko: Get it started.
Kira: Kira to Odo.
Odo: Yes, Major.
Kira: I'm sorry, but you're going to have to stay put for a while longer.
Odo: Define a while.
Kira: I wish I knew.
Kira: By the way, Cardassian turbolifts run exposed multi-phase alternating currents through their positioning mechanisms, so don't try to shape-shift your way out.
Odo: I wouldn't think of it.
Lwaxana: Besides, it wouldn't be polite.
Kira: I didn't hear that.
Odo: It wouldn't be polite.
Kira: Understood. Kira out.
Lwaxana: Do you suppose that we're actually in any danger?
Odo: Not if we remain calm.
Lwaxana: Well then, we might as well enjoy ourselves. Take the opportunity to get to know one another.
Odo: I'd really prefer to pass the time quietly.
Lwaxana: Quietly.
Odo: Quietly.
Lwaxana: Of course.
Odo: Thank you.
Lwaxana: The quiet man.
Odo: Hmmm.
Lwaxana: You know, I've always been attracted to quiet men. Odd, isn't it? But maybe there's more truth than we realize to that old axiom that opposites
Lwaxana: Quietly.
Lwaxana: Odo.
Odo: Yes?
Lwaxana: I don't think I can.
Odo: Can what?
Lwaxana: Well, you don't have to say another word as long as we're here, but I think I really need to talk.
Odo: I understand. There's nothing to be afraid of.
Lwaxana: Of course not. No, things could be much worse.
Odo: Really?
Lwaxana: My daughter and I were once trapped aboard a Ferengi cargo ship and it was dreadful. Well, all right, it wasn't actually dreadful, it was mildly lamentable. And it was all because of that loathsome Daimon. Well, actually he wasn't altogether loathsome. He was just slightly repulsive. But he did have a certain charm, in an insufferable sort of way. Of course he was totally at the mercy of his uncontrollable passion for me, which means he wasn't all bad now, doesn't it? You know, it wasn't all passion. There was some negligible commercial interest involved, but oh, the passion, that was perfectly real, and kind of sweet, in a way. He was so helpless. At first it was totally a question of expediency when I made love with him. what are you looking at?
Odo: Hmm? Oh nothing. I was just wondering how many volts are in that exposed circuit. Go on, go on.
Lwaxana: Well, frankly, by the time one thing led to another
Sisko: Think of it as an opportunity, Doctor. You never know when a friendly ambassador is going to be in the right place at the right time to help your career.
Bashir: Another hour with them could destroy my career.
Sisko: It's a simple job. Just keep them happy and away from me.
Bashir: Simple? Nothing makes them happy. They are dedicated to being unhappy and to spreading that unhappiness wherever they go. They are the Ambassadors of Unhappy.
Sisko: All of us have had these assignments, Doctor.
Bashir: Have you, sir?
Sisko: As a matter of fact, Curzon Dax used to take perverse pleasure in assigning me to take care of VIP guests.
Bashir: Ah. So now you take the same perverse pleasure in doing it to me.
Sisko: Exactly.
Bashir: May I ask, sir, when you graduated from this sort of assignment?
Sisko: The day I hit one of the guests.
Bashir: Hit one.
Sisko: It was a simple misunderstanding over his attempt to coax a young Ensign to his quarters against her will. But
Sisko: Don't hit one of them, Doctor. I'm not nearly as understanding as Curzon was.
Bashir: Yes, sir.
O'Brien: Commander, can I talk to you? It's about the computer, sir.
Sisko: Still giving you problems?
O'Brien: No, sir, that's just the thing. It's not. It rerouted the EPS power flow in less than an hour.
Sisko: That's good news. How soon can we get Odo and the Ambassador out?
O'Brien: We can't. It didn't activate the Turbolift circuits. Don't ask me why.
Sisko: You must have some idea what's wrong.
O'Brien: I want you to listen to something. Computer, analyze Ops O2 sensor readings.
Computer: All sensors read between fourteen point three and fourteen point four KSC.
O'Brien: Computer, restart all shield generator subsystems.
Computer: Shield generator subsystems set to active status. Reading ninety eight point three percent efficiency.
O'Brien: Do you hear it?
Sisko: Hear what?
O'Brien: The voice. It's not the same attitude.
Sisko: It sounds like the computer.
O'Brien: Sir, when you work with a computer as much as I do, you get to know it. They're all very different. Working with the Enterprise computer was like dancing a waltz. With this computer, it's always been like a wrestling match, till we started downloading the probe.
Sisko: You think some kind of program from the probe is influencing our computer?
O'Brien: Well, it's got to be more than just a program, sir. The computer's whole personality has changed. It's not resisting any commands, offering any opinions, giving any arguments. And there's this one other crazy thing I'm almost afraid to mention,
Sisko: What's that?
O'Brien: Every time I leave, something happens to bring me back.
Sisko: Bring you back?
O'Brien: To the computer. Like the failures to the turbolifts and the transporters. A few minutes ago, I was working at the transporter pad and the comm. lines went down. And when I broke for a quick bite to eat, we had a replicator failure. It's almost like the computer doesn't want me to leave it alone.
Sisko: You almost make it sound like a child.
Sisko: Captain's log, supplemental. Odo and Ambassador Troi remain trapped in turbolift four. As of yet, we have been unable to ascertain what it is that's causing the station's computer to malfunction.
Dax: What if it's some kind of non-biological lifeform we've never seen before?
Kira: Non-biological?
Dax: Well, it all comes down to how we define lifeform, but just as biological organisms have evolved in our cultures, mechanical life could have done the same in others.
Kira: You're suggesting someone left a baby on our doorstep?
Dax: Possibly.
Sisko: Do you think we can communicate with it?
O'Brien: In a way, we already have. I mean, it's part and parcel of our computer now.
Dax: But as far as direct communication is concerned, it may not be capable of that. We haven't seen any evidence that this entity is sentient.
Kira: It may be more like a stray puppy that's attached itself to you, Chief.
Sisko: Whatever it is, it's slowly disabling our station. People, we've got to get it out of there.
O'Brien: It came here when we downloaded the probe's files. If we upload those same files back to the probe, it might go with them.
Dax: What if it's fully integrated itself into our computer?
O'Brien: I don't think it has. That would make it more like a virus, but I don't see any evidence that it's trying to overwrite our control networks or destroy our systems. I think it's more likely that it simply creates connections with areas of the computer that are active.
Dax: Almost as though it feeds off the energy of the computer functions.
O'Brien: If I'm right, transferring all of its programming off the station just might solve our problems.
Sisko: How long since we had any communication from Odo?
Kira: Comm. lines have been down over ninety minutes. He's been in there almost four hours now.
Sisko: Do you happen to know the schedule of his regenerative cycle?
Kira: My god, I have no idea, but if he doesn't get back to his pail in time
Computer: Subspace emitter aligned. Outgoing data stream activated.
O'Brien: Computer, upload all probe command sequences back to probe's computers.
Computer: Stand by. Unable to complete requested function. Please abort and retry.
O'Brien: Reset subspace emitter. Reinitialize data stream.
Computer: Receptors open control. Relays activated.
O'Brien: Upload all probe command sequences back to probe's computers.
Computer: Stand by.
O'Brien: It's not as easy as I thought it would be, Commander.
Taxco: Is it just the lights or the heat too? I didn't bring any warm clothes.
Bashir: I'm sure it's just temporary.
Lojal: I've been reading the reports of your Chief of Operations, Doctor. They gave me the impression that he was a competent engineer.
Bashir: Chief O'Brien? One of the best in Starfleet.
Lojal: Then why aren't the backup systems functioning?
Bashir: Well, you know, out here on the edge of the frontier, it's one adventure after another. Why don't I escort you back to your quarters where I'm sure we can all wait this out.
Lwaxana: Well, enough about me.
Odo: Hmmm?
Lwaxana: Enough about me. Tell me about yourself.
Odo: I'm really a private man.
Lwaxana: Yes, of course you are. Is that hair real?
Odo: It is real in that it is me. It is not real hair.
Lwaxana: How did you do it? Your hair.
Odo: It took a great deal of practice.
Lwaxana: You studied hairstyles?
Odo: If you must know, I imitated the hairstyle of the Bajoran man who was assigned to me.
Lwaxana: Assigned?
Odo: To study me at the research center. He was a scientist.
Lwaxana: You mean that's how you grew up, in a laboratory?
Odo: I did not grow up as you think of it. It was merely a transition from what I used to be to what I learned to become.
Lwaxana: Sounds very lonely to me.
Odo: I was always very self-sufficient.
Lwaxana: I'm sure you had to be, to survive, being so different from everyone else.
Odo: Odo to Ops. Odo to Ops! Comm. lines are still down. I don't know what's taking so long.
Lwaxana: Are you sure you're all right? You look warm.
Odo: It's nothing. I'm fine.
Lwaxana: I can't imagine how it must have been. If it bothers you to talk about this?
Odo: Not at all. What was it like? I guess you could say I was the life of the party.
Lwaxana: I don't think I understand.
Odo: My way of trying to fit in. I found I could be entertaining. Odo, be a chair. I'm a chair. Odo, be a razorcat. I'm a razorcat. Life of the party. I hate parties.
Lwaxana: Perhaps you've been going to the wrong ones. Come to one of mine, Odo. I'll make sure that all the guests are there to entertain you. No, you're not well.
Odo: No, it's fine. It's just, I told you I turn into a liquid every sixteen hours? Well, I'm in hour fifteen.
O'Brien: Ready, Commander
Sisko: How long do you expect it to take?
O'Brien: If it works, we ought to be able to get all of the probe's files manually transferred to the six isolinear rods in less than sixty seconds.
Sisko: Let's do it.
O'Brien: Computer, run a level one diagnostic of all power systems on board.
Computer: Requested function will require forty three minutes. Stand by.
Sisko: Computer, give me an analysis of all Cardassian traffic along the border.
Computer: Processing long range sensors, stand by.
Dax: Computer, create an historical data base for all known wormhole activity.
Computer: Indicate time parameters.
Dax: All known occurrences.
Computer: Requested function will require subspace link-up with Federation computers.
Dax: In that case, create a subspace link with Nehru colony, New France colony and Corado One transmitter array.
Computer: Attempting link-up, stand by.
Anara: Computer, access musical files in the Bajor master data banks and create a concert program of Bajoran serenas.
Computer: Stand by. Unable to. Stand
Dax: I'm reading a huge plasma surge in the habitat ring.
Vadosia: You tell Commander Sisko that I expect that probe briefing to be held on schedule, lights or no lights.
Bashir: I will surely pass that on, Ambassador.
Kira: We've got a plasma explosion in corridor H-12-A. Guest quarters.
O'Brien: The computer's not responding. None of the fire suppression systems are coming online.
Dax: I'm reading four lifeforms in that corridor.
Sisko: Major, you're with me. Chief, send get an emergency crew down there. We'll need manual fire gear.
O'Brien: Aye, sir.
Sisko: Phasers at maximum.
Kira: Toranium inlay. Cardassian design. I should have guessed. We're going to need a bipolar torch to get through it.
Sisko: Then get a message to Ops. Tell them it's going to take us a while to get inside. If they can't get the fire suppression systems online we're going to lose our people in there.
Crewman: Aye, sir.
O'Brien: It's not paying any attention to me.
Dax: I guess it just doesn't want to leave, like a scared puppy.
O'Brien: We have no idea how long that probe was tumbling through space, maybe years with that lifeform alone on board. It's sort of like shutting up a puppy up in a room, you know? I had a pup once. If I had to lock him up, he'd scratch forever at the door, trying to get out.
Dax: I'm not sure I know what you're getting at.
O'Brien: Pups don't like to be left alone. They like attention.
Dax: This one's certainly getting a lot of it.
O'Brien: That's right, so it's no wonder it doesn't want to leave.
Dax: Okay, but how does that help us?
O'Brien: Everything we've seen suggests that this entity likes to be where the action is. It seems to feed off the energy of an active computer. We've been trying to separate it from what it thrives on. We've got to do the exact opposite.
Dax: The exact opposite?
O'Brien: Lieutenant, I've got to build a doghouse.
Odo: Odo to Ops. Odo out.
Lwaxana: Odo, turn around.
Odo: I can't. It's beginning.
Lwaxana: It's all right.
Odo: You don't understand. No one has ever seen me like this before.
Lwaxana: Not even the scientist who was assigned to you?
Odo: That was different. It was only research to him.
Lwaxana: You don't have to be ashamed with me.
Odo: I'm not ashamed. It's a private matter, that's all.
Lwaxana: How can I make it easier for you?
Odo: You can't. I'm fine.
Odo: What's that?
Lwaxana: My hair. Nobody's ever seen me like this.
Odo: Why? It looks fine.
Lwaxana: It looks ordinary. I've never cared to be ordinary. So you see, Odo, even us non-shape-shifters have to change who we are once in a while.
Odo: You are not at all what I expected.
Lwaxana: No one's ever paid me a greater compliment.
Odo: I cannot hold my shape any longer.
Lwaxana: Let go. I'll take care of you.
Kira: We're going to need portable oxygen and get anything Bashir has in stock to treat plasma burns. Have a runabout ready to evacuate these people to Bajor if we need to.
Crewman: Yes, sir.
O'Brien: Anara?
Anara: The subprogram is ready, Chief.
O'Brien: Computer, analyze subprogram labeled Pup.
Computer: Requested subprogram is a series of bi-directional data transfer and monitoring commands.
O'Brien: Re-route all main computer backup functions through this subprogram.
Computer: All backup functions re-routed.
O'Brien: Great. Okay, Computer, now, listen carefully, I want to transfer all probe command sequences out of core memory and into the subprogram Pup.
Computer: Stand by. Transfer complete.
Dax: Dax to Sisko. Fire suppression is responding. All systems are back online. Can you get in?
Sisko: We're in, Dax. Stand by.
Kira: We'd better advise Starfleet Command. (
Sisko: Are you all right?
Bashir: Here, take my hand, Madam Ambassador. Watch your head.
Taxco: Please, Julian. Call me Taxco.
Sisko: Ambassador, are you all right?
Vadosia: Yes, thanks to Julian.
Lojal: The doctor was remarkably calm and logical for a man of his years under such severe conditions.
Vadosia: We'll be putting him in for a commendation.
Sisko: Nice work, Doctor Bashir.
Bashir: Just in the right place at the right time, sir.
Lwaxana: Well, it's about time.
Odo: I know that wasn't exactly what you had in mind for your picnic.
Lwaxana: When it comes to picnics, the only thing that really matters is the company.
Odo: Your sensitivity and diskretion are appreciated.
Lwaxana: Next time you see me, I'll give you a lot more to appreciate.
Sisko: How did you beat that thing in the computer, Chief?
O'Brien: I didn't.
Dax: He adopted it.
Sisko: Adopted it?
O'Brien: I was able to get our friend out of the main command pathways and into a subprogram.
Sisko: You're suggesting we leave it in there?
O'Brien: I don't see why not. It's happy. It's not bothering us any more. It seems the humane thing to do.
Dax: It's just another new lifeform visiting the station.
O'Brien: I'll take care of it, make sure it gets enough attention and all.
Sisko: Keep it off the furniture.
O'Brien: Yes, sir.


Sisko: Come in.
Kira: Commander, I just received word that a Valerian transport has requested permission to dock here at the station.
Sisko: Let me guess. You're here to recommend that we deny that request.
Kira: The Valerians ran weapons-grade dolamide to Cardassian forces during the occupation of Bajor.
Sisko: I'm aware of that.
Kira: I believe they're continuing to ship weapons to the Cardassians. Weapons that could eventually be used to attack Bajor.
Sisko: I share your concern, Major. But unless we have proof to back up those charges
Kira: The proof is on that ship. Let me conduct a search and if I find any dolamide, we can confiscate it.
Sisko: I'm afraid it's not that simple. Dolamide is used for power generators, reactors, in short-range transports.
Kira: And for weapons.
Sisko: Only if it's extremely pure.
Kira: So we're going to do nothing.
Sisko: I didn't say that. We just can't board their ship and start tearing it apart.
Kira: Well, what can we do?
Sisko: You bring me evidence that the Valerians are dealing in weapons-grade dolamide and I promise you the Federation will use every kind of diplomatic pressure to stop them.
Kira: You think that'll work?
Sisko: It will if the Valerians want to continue trading with the Federation.
Kira: All right. We'll try it your way.
Sisko: Good. Then you will see to it that the Valerian ship is cleared for docking.
Kira: Yes, sir.
Dax: Chief, I have a subspace message for you from your wife. They've arrived safely on Bajor.
O'Brien: Imagine taking eleven bored schoolkids on a visit to the grain processing center at Lasuma. I'm glad it's not me.
Odo: Here's the information you requested on the captain of the Valerian ship.
Kira: Let me know if you find anything else.
Dax: Sensors are reading elevated neutrino levels at the wormhole. Something's coming through.
Kira: On screen.
Kira: Kira to Sisko. You'd better come out here.
Dax: It's the Klingon vessel Toh'Kaht.
Kira: They weren't due back for another month.
Sisko: Open hailing frequencies.
O'Brien: I'm reading a transporter signal. Someone must have beamed off the ship just as it exploded.
Sisko: Mister O'Brien?
O'Brien: Something's interfering with the rematerialization process.
Dax: Lock on with our transporter signal. Try boosting the annular containment field.
O'Brien: I'm already there.
Bashir: He's been hit by weapons fire. It's severe. We've got to get him to cryostasis.
Klingon: Victory.
Bashir: He's dead.
Sisko: Captain's log, Stardate 46922.3. We have identified the dead Klingon his name was Hon'Tihl, First Officer of the Toh'Kaht. Why he died, and the cause of his ship's destruction, is still unknown.
Bashir: I found tritanium alloy fragments in his chest and upper arms. If that was all, we could have saved him, but those weapon burns were too severe.
Sisko: Is there any way to identify the kind of weapon used?
Bashir: I'm running a microtissue analysis right now. I should have the results in a couple of hours.
Kira: The Klingon said victory just before he died. I wonder what he meant.
Dax: According to Klingon High Command, the Toh'Kaht was in the Gamma quadrant on a routine bio-survey mission,
O'Brien: Victory during a bio-survey?
Odo: As I recall the Toh'Kaht put in for a maintenance check.
Sisko: Ask around the station, see what you can learn about this bio-survey.
Sisko: Dax and O'Brien, I'd like the two of you to take a runabout and try to find the Toh'Kaht's mission recorder. I want to know what caused that ship to explode.
O'Brien: Aye, sir.
O'Brien: Lieutenant
Dax: Yes.
O'Brien: You coming?
Dax: Yes. I'm sorry. Never mind.
Kira: Damn it, not yet.
Valerian: Deep Space Nine, this is Valerian vessel Sherval Das. We are entering the Bajoran system, clear us for docking.
Kira: Negative, Sherval Das. There's going to be a slight delay.
Valerian: We are in need of maintenance. It's been a long journey.
Kira: Oh, I'm sure it has, but we have our own problems. You'll just have to wait.
Sisko: Stand by, Sherval Das.
Sisko: I'd like an explanation.
Kira: I wasn't finished running a background check on their ship.
Sisko: We agreed there would be no delays in the docking procedure.
Kira: They just visited Fahleena Three and Mariah Four, the same two stops they used to make when they were running dolamide to the Cardassians. The last stop would be the purification plant on Ultima Thule. Now if I can place them there, we'll know they're running weapons-grade material.
Sisko: Your ship has been cleared for docking.
Valerian: Thank you, Commander. Sherval Das out.
Sisko: No delays,
Odo: So, Quark I heard you had some problems with the Klingons the last time they came through.
Quark: Spare me from beings who think pain is pleasure. In small doses, perhaps, but the Klingons? They're hard on the holosuites, they wreck the furniture. I'm still fixing the walls of holosuite six. I'm not saying they don't spend big. I'm just saying by the time you figure in the damage, I'm lucky to break even.
Odo: They do tend toward bluster, don't they? Throwing their weight around, bragging.
Quark: This crew was worse than the last. Our glorious mission. I said, what's so glorious about a gamma quadrant bio-survey?
Odo: And what did they say?
Quark: Crafty tonight, Odo, aren't we? Looking for clues about the fate of the Klingons. If I tell you what I heard, what do I get in return?
Odo: The chances are what you heard won't help, so why should I give you something for it?
Quark: Because otherwise, I heard nothing.
Odo: That damaged holosuite. Work crew seven is probably doing the repairs, am I right?
Quark: Ah, ha.
Odo: Well it looks as though I might have to put in a priority request for work crew seven. The bulkheads in security could use a little shoring up.
Quark: They said they'd be coming back through the wormhole with something that would make the enemies of the Klingon Empire tremble.
Odo: Their exact words?
Quark: Direct quote.
Odo: You've been most helpful.
Quark: Don't let it get around.
Quark: Odo?
Quark: Doctor Bashir! Doctor Bashir! Doctor Bashir!
Bashir: Welcome back, Constable.
Odo: How am I?
Bashir: How do you feel?
Odo: Fine.
Bashir: Good. Because I have no way to know. Your body chemistry defies analysis.
Odo: I don't remember anything, But I'm back to normal?
Bashir: Like I said, you tell me. I don't know what caused it, and I couldn't tell you if it'll happen again. In fact, there's really nothing more I can do here.
Odo: Then thank you for your time, Doctor.
Bashir: Tell me, Odo, Do you share my concern about this Valerian situation?
Odo: Concern?
Bashir: I think you know what I mean.
Odo: Why don't you tell me and then you can be sure I know.
Bashir: Just don't be surprised if the uneasy alliance on this station starts to show a few cracks.
Odo: What uneasy alliance?
Bashir: Commander Sisko and Kira. Mark my words, there's going to be trouble.
Odo: What exactly are you basing all this on, Doctor?
Bashir: Very clever, Constable. But you're probably right. It's still too early to commit oneself either way.
Odo: Are you finished with me?
Bashir: Unless you'd like to pour yourself through my phoretic analyzer. I'd love to see the results.
Odo: Another time, perhaps.
Kira: I've got them!
Sisko: Who?
Kira: The Valerians. Their ship was at the Ultima Thule station one week ago. That confirms it. They're definitely running dolamide.
Sisko: So?
Kira: So I've got an armed team ready to board their vessel. We confiscate the material and send them back where they came from. Frankly, I'm half-tempted to take them to Bajor and press charges.
Sisko: By whose authority?
Kira: You're not going to do anything about this.
Sisko: I'm not. And neither are you.
Kira: That ship is acting against Bajoran interests. This station is Bajoran property.
Sisko: Commanded by a Federation officer. Commanded by me. Are you challenging that, Major?
Kira: No, sir.
Sisko: Good.
Dax: Short-range sensors are picking up some debris.
O'Brien: Looks like duranium alloy. Probably pieces of the Klingon's secondary hull.
Dax: It's possible their mission recorder is somewhere in the debris. The magnetic field from the duranium could be masking it.
O'Brien: Let's get a little closer. Major Kira's been awfully aggressive toward Commander Sisko lately about station policy.
Dax: An honest difference of opinion.
O'Brien: What if it's more than a difference of opinion? What if Kira thinks the Bajorans don't need us on DS Nine? It is their station.
Dax: That would be suicidal. Without a Federation presence, Bajor would be vulnerable again to the Cardassians.
O'Brien: That doesn't mean there aren't plenty of misguided Bajorans who think they can go it alone. You've become quite friendly with Major Kira, haven't you?
Dax: Have I? Well, yes, I suppose I have, if you say so.
O'Brien: Well, I wouldn't get too friendly with the natives if I were you. Remember where your loyalties lie.
Dax: Of course. Benjamin and I have been close for a long time. Hand and glove. I'm on his side. No question about it. That reminds me of the time we found ourselves
O'Brien: Good. Anyone who's against Sisko is against me. I'm picking up a weak subspace transponder signal. It's the mission recorder.
Kira: Constable.
Odo: Can I help you, Major?
Kira: You always manage to help me, Odo. In fact, I think we work pretty well together, you and I.
Odo: Yes, I suppose our relationship has always been cooperative.
Kira: Exactly. And that's just what I need right now. Your cooperation. I'm convinced the Valerians have dolamide on board, but the evidence is still circumstantial. I need solid proof. I want you to slip past their security systems and into their cargo bay.
Odo: I heard that Commander Sisko was adamant about not interfering with the Valerian ship. Has he changed his mind?
Kira: Yes.
Odo: How odd. Very well. I'll keep the two of you informed of my progress.
Kira: That won't be necessary. Commander Sisko's very busy. There's no sense in disturbing him.
Kira: I can't fool you, Odo.
Odo: You wanted me to go behind Sisko's back, didn't you?
Kira: Forget it. Bad idea. What if you had to choose sides? Just remember who your friends are. Personal log, Miles O'Brien. Stardate 46923.1. We've managed to retrieve a portion of the Klingon Officer's journal. Of course, Major Kira heard about it immediately. She must have spies everywhere.
Klingon: I believe the Captain has gone insane. He executed two more crew members, charging them with attempted mutiny. Medical Officer ... quarters ... violence is being caused by those telepathic energy spheres we brought back from Saltah'na. Believing him to be the Captain's spy, I slit his throat.
Sisko: I've seen enough.
O'Brien: There's more.
Kira: The Klingon's mission must have failed. That failure caused problems on board.
Sisko: I couldn't care less what happened to a Klingon ship.
O'Brien: The Klingons might want to know. Dax and I are setting up a data interpolation to fill in what's missing. It might take some time.
Sisko: If you have to.
Dax: The search itself is often reward enough. Benjamin, do you remember that wild
Sisko: Fine. Do whatever you have to do. Don't bother me with it.
Quark: Here we are. A Modela aperitif. It's bright and sweet. Much like yourself, Lieutenant. I'll put it on your tab.
Kira: The bad flattery's on the house.
Quark: The two loveliest creatures on DS Nine. I must be living correctly to be so blessed. What can I do for you, Major?
Kira: Get lost.
Quark: As you wish.
Kira: How are you, Lieutenant?
Dax: You know what they say, put the shoe on the right foot first, but put the left foot first into the bathtub.
Kira: I understand. But what I really meant was, are you happy?
Dax: That's not a question I get asked too often.
Kira: Oh, but it should be. In my opinion, you are the most valuable officer on this station. May I?
Dax: Please.
Kira: Not bad. For Quark.
Dax: It is good.
Kira: I couldn't imagine running this station without you.
Dax: Are you trying to tell me something?
Kira: My disagreement with Sisko over the Valerians is no secret. Well, you know how he gets once he's made a decision.
Dax: Yeah, it's like talking to a stone. I remember a time on Rochani Three. We were cornered by a party of Kaleans, who were not at all happy to see us, but Benjamin
Kira: You told me this story this morning.
Dax: Oh. I suppose I did.
Kira: If you were to talk to Starfleet Command, tell them how displeased the Bajorans are with Sisko's handling of this. I know they'll listen to you
Dax: I was decorated on my very first assignment. The Admiral was a Vulcan, so during the presentation ceremony
Kira: Dax. We have to keep the Valerians here until we can search their ship and confiscate the dolamide. You've got to convince Starfleet it's for the good of Bajor and the Federation.
Dax: I've been friends with Benjamin Sisko for many years. In many ways, he's like a son, or a nephew. Some kind of close relative anyway.
Kira: Jadzia, listen to me. I'm getting rid of Sisko one way or another. Don't force me to get rid of you as well.
Kira: Would you like to join us?
Quark: Let me go!
Kira: What did you hear?
Quark: Nothing. Nothing at all.
Kira: Good.
Odo: Is this a Ferengi fashion I'm not aware of?
Quark: Kira tried to tear my head off. I want to file charges.
Odo: Tell me about it.
Quark: I heard her plotting.
Odo: Go on.
Quark: She tried to convince Dax to take her side against Sisko.
Odo: And did Dax seem persuaded?
Quark: What difference does that make? I was attacked!
Odo: Answer the question.
Quark: I couldn't tell. She was on the fence.
Odo: Doesn't Kira's behavior seem a little out of the ordinary? And the others. At the staff briefing Sisko was bored as if he couldn't be bothered about running the station. And Bashir. Since when is he so concerned about station politics?
Quark: Don't look at me that way. I'm perfectly normal.
Odo: Yes, I suppose you are. It's time I had a talk with Sisko.
Quark: Odo, wait! Odo! Wait! Odo! Odo! I want satisfaction.
Klingon: We have ... battle for decks ... through twelve. Armory ... in the hands of Captain Tel-Peh, ... my death. But I ... confident ... gain control of the ship. I am weakened by my wounds.
Odo: Sisko?
Klingon: My enemies are moving in. I am
O'Brien: Come in.
Odo: Where's Commander Sisko?
O'Brien: In his quarters, where he's safe.
Klingon: Still ... able to hide a thalmerite device under ... beam near the reactor ... deck twenty-six. Rather ... taken prisoner, I will blow up this ship and transport to safety. Perhaps medical officer Kee-Bhor was correct. Our ... began when we opened those energy spheres. All I know is that Captain Tel-Peh must die. Journal closed.
Odo: It sounds like there was a power struggle on board, some sort of attempted takeover.
O'Brien: Management by mutiny. Standard operating procedure on a Klingon vessel.
Odo: But awfully unusual for a Federation-run space station.
O'Brien: Don't worry. If Major Kira tries anything we'll be ready.
Odo: When will the other log entries be available?
O'Brien: At the current rate of processing it'll take at least seven more hours. But the computer's taking it one entry at a time. I'll set it up so you can access as it goes.
Odo: Thank you, Chief.
O'Brien: Of course, Constable. Don't the Commander and I always try to make you happy?
Odo: What are you doing here?
Guard: Chief O'Brien's orders.
Sisko: Come in.
Odo: Commander.
Sisko: Hello, Constable. How are you today?
Odo: Concerned, sir.
Sisko: On such a fine afternoon? How inappropriate.
Odo: Commander, I think something might be wrong with some of us. Ever since the Klingon ship exploded and their First Officer beamed over, certain behaviors and attitudes have been abnormal. There appears to have been a mutiny on the Klingon ship. I wouldn't go so far as to say the same thing is happening on DS Nine, but I do find some disturbing parallels.
Sisko: If something's bothering you, Odo, tell it to Mister O'Brien. That's what he's there for.
Sisko: What do you think?
Odo: What is it?
Sisko: A clock. Fascinating, isn't it?
Kira: It's not nice to keep a friend waiting.
Odo: Did we have an appointment?
Kira: When have I ever had to stand on ceremony with you, Odo? I need your help. I took care of the Valerians.
Odo: What do you mean?
Kira: I locked down their docking clamps. That ship isn't leaving until I say it is. O'Brien will need at least a day to do anything about it. By then, it won't matter.
Odo: You're going after Sisko.
Kira: And O'Brien. Either we get a more reasonable commander from Starfleet, someone we can control, or we go it alone. With me running this place, you will be able to do what needs to be done. If you want to toss Quark out on his ears, toss him out. If you want to proclaim martial law on the Promenade, proclaim it. This station will be yours to protect with no interference.
Odo: What's your plan?
Kira: Oh, Odo, I trust you more than anyone on this station because you can't be corrupted. But this is a dangerous time. I can't take any chances, even with you. When the time comes, you'll know it. I'll be counting on you.
Odo: Computer, open a channel to Starfleet Headquarters.
Computer: Subspace communication to Federation territories is currently unavailable.
Odo: Why?
Computer: By authority of Major Kira.
Odo: Open a channel to the Bajoran Council.
Computer: Communication to Bajor is currently unavailable.
Odo: By authority of Chief O'Brien?
Computer: That is correct.
Odo: Computer, are you finished reconstructing the journal of the Klingon First officer.
Computer: Data interpolation is complete.
Odo: On screen. Computer, scan the journal for mention of contact with any alien race.
Computer: One entry found.
Odo: Play it.
Klingon: First Officer's journal, day twenty two. Exploration of the fifth planet turned out to be a waste of time. This world is not worthy of a Klingon colony. All we found were a collection of energy spheres which possess some type of telepathic archive. The spheres described an ancient power struggle that destroyed a race called the Saltah'na. We will forward these results to our science division.
O'Brien: Kira's already locked down the Valerian ship, and she's diverted half the station's systems to her control.
Sisko: Since when?
O'Brien: An hour ago. I've heard some disturbing rumors from our people on the Promenade. I think she's going to make an attempt on your life.
Sisko: I want you to arrest them. Kira and every Bajoran officer on this station. I want the names of every sympathizer
O'Brien: That's not a good idea, sir. There's a lot more of them than there are of us. If we tip our hand, it might work against us.
Sisko: What can we do?
O'Brien: Leave the station.
Sisko: Never! Get me a phaser! I'll get rid of Kira!
O'Brien: Hear me out, sir. We leave the station, raise a Federation attack force and return. On that day, we'll get rid of all your enemies.
Sisko: How do we proceed?
O'Brien: I need a few more hours to free up the Valerian ship. I've already talked to their Captain. He's more than happy to take us back to Federation space.
Sisko: Call me as soon as you're ready.
Bashir: It'll take effect in two minutes. Plenty of time to get a good Plenty of time for you to get a good night's sleep.
Bajoran: Thank you, Doctor.
Bashir: Chronic insomnia. I think it's hormonal. So, how are you?
Odo: I take it you've completed your autopsy of the Klingon.
Bashir: Of course. You know, Odo, events have been moving rapidly since our last conversation. I'd advise you to choose sides now or risk finding yourself without any friends at all.
Odo: The Klingon, Doctor, what did you find?
Bashir: He's still dead, if that's what you mean.
Odo: I don't have time for jokes. Your findings could determine who controls this station.
Bashir: How?
Odo: All in good time. First, tell me about the Klingon.
Bashir: Well, I found nothing very unusual. The columnar cells in his brain stem, perhaps. The membrane permeability was off.
Odo: What could cause that?
Bashir: Any number of things.
Odo: Could it have something to do with telepathy? The Klingons were studying the telepathic archives of an ancient race.
Bashir: If those archives were contained in a self-sustaining energy matrix, that could explain the changes in the Klingon's brain.
Odo: Could that energy matrix have somehow caused them to re-enact the power struggle that destroyed the Saltah'nans.
Bashir: Possibly. What are you getting at?
Odo: Doctor, I believe the Klingon brought the matrix with him and everyone in Ops was affected except me. Without a humanoid brain, my system rejected it.
Bashir: An interesting theory, Constable, but I'm certainly not behaving out of the ordinary.
Odo: Of course not. But what if you and I are the only two who aren't affected?
Bashir: Do you think we could use this to our advantage?
Odo: Exactly.
Bashir: Tell me your plan.
Odo: The first thing we have to do is figure out how to remove the field from everyone affected.
Bashir: But then we'd lose our advantage.
Odo: Would you prefer that someone blew up the station?
Bashir: I see your point.
Odo: The power to control the energy matrix is the power to control this station.
Bashir: If I could determine the natural resonance frequencies of this telepathic field, I might be able to generate an interference signal which could force it out.
Odo: Do it. I promise, Doctor, you won't regret it.
Sisko: O'Brien, what's taking so long?
O'Brien: Almost there, sir. We've got one more level of security lockouts to break through and the Valerian ship will be ready to go.
Bajoran: Commander, I have the report you asked for on those weapon scanners.
Sisko: Give it to Mister O'Brien.
Bajoran: I really think you should see this, sir.
O'Brien: Commander!
Dax: Dax to Kira!
Sisko: Is it Kira?! Did Kira put you up to this?
Bajoran: No.
Sisko: I want the truth. Is that clear? Let's see how this works.
Kira: Put it down. Sir. Take them.
Kira: Dax, you were supposed to deactivate the transporter.
Dax: I forgot.
O'Brien: Damn it. Kira must have set up a force field to keep us from beaming onto the Valerian ship. The transporter rerouted us here.
Sisko: We've got to get to that ship.
O'Brien: Odo's our only chance. He might be able to override the field.
Sisko: You're sure we can trust him?
O'Brien: I don't see we have any choice.
Sisko: Sisko to Odo.
Odo: Odo here.
Sisko: Kira has moved against us. She has Dax on her side.
Sisko: We need your help, Constable. You've got to
Sisko: Clear us a path to the Valerian ship.
Odo: Take crossover bridge one to the cargo bay entrance into docking port four.
Odo: I'll keep it open for you.
Sisko: Right. Sisko out. Leave your comm. badge here. Don't look so worried, Chief. She hasn't beaten us yet.
O'Brien: Yes, sir.
Dax: They're still in airlock corridor six.
Kira: What could they be doing in there?
Dax: Maybe they've given up.
Kira: Sisko would rather die, which is fine with me. They must have taken off their comm. badges. That's all right. They won't get far.
Dax: Somebody's taking out our forcefields.
Kira: Whoever it is knows how to override the security codes. Kira to Odo.
Odo: Go ahead, Major.
Kira: Whose side are you on, Constable?
Odo: Yours, of course.
Kira: Really? Then why are you helping Sisko escape?
Odo: On the contrary.
Odo: You'll find him trapped in cargo bay four.
Odo: Consider it my gift to you.
Kira: Oh, my apologies. We'll see you there.
Kira: Kira out.
Bashir: Well done. You certainly fooled her, didn't you, Constable.
Odo: We're running out of time, Doctor.
Bashir: I'm just about finished. I've set up an ionic interference signal in cargo bay four, calibrated to lock onto the resonance frequencies of the telepathic field and drive it out of all those affected.
Odo: And what will happen to it then?
Bashir: It'll remain suspended as long as the interference is in effect.
Odo: That's all I need to know. Let's go.
Sisko: What's wrong?
O'Brien: It's been sealed.
O'Brien: I wouldn't do that, sir. You might run into Kira. She must have realized we removed our comm. badges by now.
O'Brien: It's completely locked down. Someone's activated a level five security protocol. There's only one other person on this station besides yourself who has that kind of access.
Sisko: Odo!
Kira: Relax, Commander. He'll be here any minute.
Sisko: So, this is how it all ends.
Kira: For you.
Sisko: You know what disturbs me? The ingratitude. I offered you my kindness, my help, my leadership, and how do you repay me? With betrayal. But you won't get rid of me so easily. You see, unlike you, I understand history. My name will blaze across the stars long after your petty treacheries have been forgotten.
Kira: But you won't be here to see it.
Odo: Major, wait!
Kira: Glad you two could make it.
Odo: Computer, execute Odo one.
Sisko: Constable?
Odo: Everyone grab hold of something secure.
Odo: Welcome back, everybody. Commander's log, stardate 46924.5. With nothing to contain it, the telepathic matrix has dispersed in space. Meanwhile, I'm happy to report everything and everyone aboard DS Nine has returned to normal.
Kira: Did you really build that?
Sisko: Apparently so.
Kira: Why?
Sisko: I have no idea.
Kira: I know that none of us were really responsible for our actions, but I feel like I owe you an apology.
Sisko: For attempted mutiny.
Kira: Well, yes.
Sisko: I think we'll let it go. This time. (Sisko sets the alien timepiece going again and gazes at it.


Kira: We never cared what we did, as long as it annoyed the grown-ups. All inner deflector shield sub-systems are showing equal intensity.
Dax: Power balance levels are reading normal. I was a champion window breaker. On a dark night with a few rocks, I was deadly.
Kira: Er, which you are you talking about?
Dax: We're being hailed by an incoming freighter.
Kira: Open a channel. On screen. Welcome to DS Nine. I'm Major Kira Nerys.
Captain: This is the Kobheerian freighter Rak-Miunis, requesting permission to dock.
Kira: Docking port six is clear for approach.
Captain: Thank you. We have a passenger on board requiring medical assistance.
Sisko: Can you tell us what's wrong with your passenger?
Captain: He says it's a condition called Kalla-Nohra. It's apparently chronic, but he doesn't have his medication.
Sisko: Beam him directly to our Infirmary. we'll have our doctor standing by.
Captain: Thank you, Commander. Rak-Miunis out.
Dax: Dax to Infirmary.
Bashir: This is Bashir. Go ahead.
Dax: A Kobheerian transport's about to beam a patient to you. He's suffering from something called Kalla-Nohra.
Bashir: I'm not aware of it. I'll check the computer.
Kira: Commander, I'd like to go down to the Infirmary and meet that patient.
Sisko: Of course. Why?
Kira: The only cases of Kalla-Nohra I know of were the result of a mining accident at a Bajoran forced labor camp I helped liberate. The survivors of Gallitep have always been a symbol to us of strength and courage.
Sisko: By all means, Major. Take as much time as you want.
Bashir: Ah, Major. I'll be right with you.
Kira: Kira to Odo.
Odo: Go ahead.
Kira: I'm in the Infirmary. I need security here on the double.
Odo: I'm on my way, Major.
Bashir: What's the matter, Major.
Kira: Your patient is a criminal.
Odo: Good afternoon. I assume this is the problem?
Marritza: Problem?
Kira: Lock him up.
Marritza: This is outrageous. On what charge?
Bashir: Will someone tell me what's going on? This man needs medical care.
Kira: Then give it to him in his cell.
Marritza: I haven't done anything.
Odo: Then why did you run?
Marritza: I'm trying to get away from this Bajoran fanatic. Look at the hate in her eyes. She'd like to kill me.
Odo: Oh? And why would that be?
Marritza: Well, it's obvious. I'm a Cardassian.
Kira: He's not just any Cardassian. He's a war criminal.
Sisko: You're saying this man, what's his name?
Odo: Marritza. Aamin Marritza.
Sisko: You're saying Marritza's on the Bajoran's list of Cardassians wanted for war crimes?
Odo: He's not on any list I've seen, Commander, and I've got them all.
Kira: I don't care if he's listed or not.
Sisko: Hold on, Major. Marritza's traveling on a Federation ship. He comes here for a medical emergency, and we throw him into a security cell. I, for one, hope he's listed.
Kira: Commander, I know what I've done isn't exactly policy. It may not even be legal. But it's right.
Sisko: All right, Major, what do we charge him with?
Kira: I'm charging him with having contracted Kalla-Nohra.
Sisko: Do you want to explain that to me?
Kira: The only way he could have contracted that condition was to have served at the Gallitep labor camp at the time of the mining accident.
Sisko: So that makes him a war criminal, just being there?
Kira: Commander, if you'd been there twelve years ago when we liberated that camp, if you'd seen the things I saw. All those Bajoran bodies starved, brutalized. Do you know what Cardassian policy was? Oh, I'm not even talking about the murder. Murder was just the end of the fun for them. First came the humiliation, mothers raped in front of their children, husbands beaten till their wives couldn't recognize them, old people buried alive because they couldn't work anymore.
Sisko: I think I'll have a talk with our guest.
Kira: I'll come with you.
Sisko: No, Major. It'd be better if I spoke to him alone.
Sisko: How do you feel?
Marritza: Better, thank you.
Sisko: I'm Benjamin Sisko. I'm in charge of this station.
Marritza: Oh, finally, the Federation to the rescue. Are you going to let me out of here?
Sisko: I hope so. Tell me, how did you contract Kalla-Nohra syndrome?
Marritza: I don't have Kalla-Nohra. I have Pottrik Syndrome.
Sisko: The freighter captain said it was Kalla-Nohra.
Marritza: A very similar condition. Take the same medication, as a matter of fact.
Sisko: Then you didn't serve at the Gallitep labor camp?
Marritza: Labor camp? I've never been to Bajor. I was a military file clerk. I now reside on Kora Two, where I boarded the freighter, which, unfortunately for me, came here. Now, Commander, if you have no more questions, I'd like to be on my way.
Kainon: Am I still drunk, or am I in jail with a Cardassian? Odo! You're not keeping me in here with one of those! Odo! Odo!
Marritza: I put myself in your hands, Commander.
Sisko: Let me get this straight. You're saying that Marritza does have Kalla-Nohra?
Bashir: There's no doubt about it. He has all the symptoms. And when I ran a lower pulmonary bio-probe, it read positive.
Sisko: And you're sure he doesn't have Pottrik Syndrome.
Bashir: Yes, absolutely. If he had Pottrik's, the bio-probe would've been negative.
Sisko: Then he was at the Gallitep labor camp.
Bashir: Definitely. I've cross-checked all Bajoran and Federation medical records, and there's simply no other way he could've gotten this condition.
Kira: Kira to Sisko.
Sisko: Yes, Major.
Kira: Commander, there's an incoming transmission for you from Bajor. It's the Minister of State.
Sisko: Thank you. If you'll excuse me, Doctor.
Sisko: Minister Kaval. Good day, Sir.
Kaval: And to you, Commander. I trust you're in good health. Things are going well on the station?
Sisko: Quite well, thank you.
Kaval: That's wonderful. I'm told you've performed a special service for Bajor today. Congratulations to you.
Sisko: I don't quite follow.
Kaval: You're not holding a certain Cardassian for us?
Sisko: We are holding a Cardassian, temporarily.
Kaval: By temporarily, you mean until you're satisfied that a verified identification has been made.
Sisko: Minister, I'm not sure we have the grounds to hold him that long.
Kaval: I fully understand your concerns, Commander, but since our Major Kira's accepted responsibility in this matter, the burden is off your shoulders.
Sisko: I don't agree.
Kaval: Commander, if this Marritza was at Gallitep, we want him, and we will have him. Is that clear?
Sisko: It is.
Kaval: Good. We'll chat again soon. Good day, Commander.
Sisko: May I join you?
Kira: Actually, I was just about to pay a visit to our friend Marritza.
Sisko: That's what I wanted to talk to you about, Major. I'd like Odo to handle this investigation.
Kira: Why?
Sisko: He's our Chief of Security.
Kira: Minister Kaval put me in charge.
Sisko: Minister Kaval doesn't run this station.
Kira: And the Federation has no right telling us how to deal with our criminals.
Sisko: If it turns out that he is a criminal, then he'll be yours and you're welcome to him. Until then, he's just a traveler under suspicion.
Kira: You think this is all some personal vendetta on my part, don't you?
Sisko: I think you're too close to be objective, yes.
Kira: You're right, I'm not objective. But I'm your first officer, and I give you my word I will conduct myself accordingly. You once said we were friends. I'm asking you now as a friend, please, let me conduct this investigation. I owe it to them.
Sisko: You mean the victims.
Kira: That's right. The ones who moved too slowly and never moved again. I'm asking for all the Bajorans who can't ask. Let a Bajoran do this.
Sisko: Sisko to Odo.
Odo: Go ahead.
Sisko: Constable, Major Kira will be in charge of the Marritza investigation.
Odo: I understand.
Kira: Thank you.
Kira: Constable.
Kainon: It's about time you let me out.
Odo: Try to stay out of trouble for a day or two, will you?
Kainon: I'll do my best. Oh, and Odo let me know when you hang the Cardassian.
Odo: I've begun a background check on Marritza. So far he is what he says he is. He boarded that Kobheerian freighter at Kora Two, where he's worked as an instructor at a military academy for the past five years.
Kira: Keep looking.
Odo: Don't worry, Major, I intend to.
Kira: I'll be with the prisoner if you need me.
Marritza: My compliments on your replicators, Major, But this sem'hal stew could use a little yamok sauce.
Kira: I'm glad you're enjoying it.
Marritza: I doubt that, Major. I doubt it very much.
Kira: I hope it won't disturb your dinner if I ask you a few questions.
Marritza: And if I refuse to answer?
Kira: I'll ask them anyway.
Marritza: Of course.
Kira: This is my job.
Marritza: Persecuting Cardassian goes far beyond your job, Major, it's your passion.
Kira: You claim you were never at Gallitep.
Marritza: I missed that honor.
Kira: And that your illness is not Kalla-Nohra.
Marritza: Again, true.
Kira: Again false. Our doctor confirmed you do have Kalla-Nohra, which means you were at Gallitep. If your lies are going to be this transparent, it's going to be a very short interrogation.
Marritza: In that case, I'll try to make my lies more opaque.
Kira: What was your rank at Gallitep? What were your duties?
Marritza: You don't want to know.
Kira: Just answer the question.
Marritza: You'll be disappointed.
Kira: I'll risk it.
Marritza: I had the distinction of serving in the exalted position of filing clerk.
Kira: Filing clerk?
Marritza: I told you you'd be disappointed. Actually, I would have preferred to avoid military service altogether, but I had the good fortune to be posted to the records office at Gallitep, and I turned out to be an exemplary file clerk. In fourteen units of service, I never misplaced or lost a record. I received numerous commendations. Gul Darhe'el himself called my computer filing system a masterpiece of meticulous exactitude. Well, there you are. My secret's out. My crimes laid bare. I await execution.
Kira: I hope we don't keep you waiting long. I never heard of a filing clerk becoming an instructor at a military academy.
Marritza: Until now.
Kira: And what did you teach?
Marritza: Believe it or not, filing.
Kira: I can verify that.
Marritza: Be my guest.
Kira: I still think you're a liar.
Marritza: So much for our search for the truth. Now we trade insults.
Kira: You admit you worked under Gul Darhe'el.
Marritza: We all did.
Kira: I take it then you witnessed the atrocities.
Marritza: Atrocities? What atrocities? Oh, I do vaguely recall hearing a scream from time to time. Atrocities? No.
Kira: You expect me to believe you knew nothing of the murders, the tortures? You never saw the bodies?
Marritza: Of course I saw bodies. People died all the time at Gallitep. Mining accidents, illnesses, feuds among the workers.
Kira: You're saying Bajorans killed each other?
Marritza: At times. Over food, a blanket, a woman. The conditions were harsh. It was a labor camp, Major.
Kira: I helped liberate that camp. I saw the bodies. I know how they died.
Marritza: You saw what we wanted you to see. Who do you think started the rumors about brutality at Gallitep? It was Gul Darhe'el himself. Now there was a leader. Brilliant, extraordinary man. He knew that to rule by fear was to rule completely. Why bother with actual mass murders, when the mere reports of such incidents had the same effect.
Kira: Which was?
Marritza: You know as well as I do, Major. To keep you Bajorans thinking of yourselves as victims. To keep you afraid and helpless.
Kira: Turned out we weren't so helpless. We did get rid of you.
Marritza: Leaving was a political decision, Major. I've enjoyed reminiscing with you. Now I think it's time you let me out of here.
Kira: I can't do that.
Marritza: Oh, no, no, no, no, of course not. No, you see you're the one who's lying now, Major. it's not the truth you're interested in. All you want is vengeance.
Dukat: Commander, I was led to believe the Federation guarantees the safe and unrestricted passage of all travelers visiting your station.
Sisko: That's correct.
Dukat: Then how do you explain the detention of a Cardassian citizen?
Sisko: Marritza came here seeking medical attention. Right now, he's under our doctor's care. All we're trying to do is to verify his identity. A simple matter, if you'll give us some assistance.
Dukat: I assure you, Commander, you don't require our assistance. If this patient says his name is Marritza, then that's who he is. I hope you're not suggesting you don't trust him simply because he's Cardassian.
Sisko: I don't trust him because he's already lied about being at Gallitep.
Dukat: Is that what you're charging him with, Commander? Lying?
Sisko: So far, we haven't charged him with anything.
Dukat: Then let him go.
Sisko: I'd like nothing better. But first I need to know who it is I'm letting go.
Dukat: I do appreciate the awkwardness of your position here, Commander. This Bajoran obsession with alleged Cardassian improprieties during the occupation is really quite distasteful.
Sisko: I suppose if you're a Bajoran, so was the occupation.
Dukat: I might remind you that neither one of us is Bajoran, and I would hate their bitterness to cause conflict between Cardassia and the Federation.
Sisko: I hope to avoid that too, with your help.
Dukat: You don't need my help to safeguard one Cardassian on your own station. If any of these Bajoran hate-mongers get their hands on him, I'll holding you personally responsible.
Dax: What are you looking for?
Kira: Answers.
Dax: Found any yet?
Kira: Marritza says I don't care about the truth. That all I want is vengeance.
Dax: Are you worried that maybe he's right?
Kira: All I want is to see him punished.
Dax: Even if he is just a file clerk?
Kira: That's just it. I don't want him to be a file clerk. I want him to be, I don't know, something worse.
Dax: You want him to be guilty.
Kira: As far as I'm concerned, if he was at Gallitep, he is guilty. They're all guilty. His punishment will let Bajor feel some satisfaction.
Dax: It sounds like you're trying too hard to believe what you're saying. You already know if you punish him without reason, it won't mean anything. And you already know vengeance isn't enough.
O'Brien: Re-route the signal enhancement module to the main sensor array.
Neela: Aye, sir.
O'Brien: How's it look?
Neela: Just give me a second. I'll run a diagnostic.
Odo: I've checked with the Bajoran archives, and they do have a Marritza on record as being a filing clerk at Gallitep. I also checked with the military academy on Kora Two. Marritza has been teaching filing there just as he claims.
O'Brien: All set, Commander.
Sisko: Major, how many images were sent from the Bajoran archives?
Kira: Only one. It's the only picture they could find of Gallitep that had Marritza in it. The Cardassians destroyed almost all records of the occupation.
O'Brien: The image enhancement and transformation functions are patched directly into your console.
Sisko: Major, what if this image confirms that Marritza was a filing clerk? What do you expect us to do, then?
Kira: I suppose you'll let him go.
Sisko: I'm glad we understand each other.
Dax: I've got it.
Sisko: On screen.
Sisko: Which one is Marritza?
Dax: Let's see. According to the caption, he's the one in the background on the far right.
Sisko: Isolate and magnify.
Sisko: We're going to have to do better than that.
Dax: Give me a minute. I'm running an image enhancement sequence.
Kira: It's not him.
Sisko: Are you sure we're looking at the right man?
Dax: Background, far right, Aamin Marritza.
Kira: It can't be.
Sisko: If that's Marritza, then who are we holding? Lieutenant, isolate the Cardassians in the foreground. The one in profile on the left. What can you give us?
Kira: That's him. That's Marritza.
Dax: Not according to the caption.
Kira: What do you mean?
Dax: According to this, it's Gul Darhe'el.
Marritza: Let me guess. You've come back to learn the secret of my filing system.
Kira: I know all your secrets now.
Marritza: Is that so.
Kira: What did you do? Did you kill the real Marritza so you could take his place? Well, you'll pay for that death and all the others you're responsible for.
Marritza: I don't think I could pay for all of them, Major. There were so many, and you can only execute me once.
Kira: That's my only regret. But I'll settle for knowing that Bajor will finally have the satisfaction of punishing The Butcher of Gallitep.
Marritza: Tell me, Major, did you figure it all out by yourself, or did you have help from your Federation masters?
Kira: I'll let you wonder about that. It'll keep you occupied while we're waiting for the provisional government to prepare your war crimes tribunal.
Marritza: War crimes? How could there be war crimes when there hasn't been a war? Oh, I can understand your wish there had been a war. Your need to indulge some pathetic fantasy of brave Bajoran soldiers marching to honorable defeat. But in fact, Major, you and I know there was no war, no glory. Bajor didn't resist, it surrendered.
Kira: The Bajorans were a peaceful people before you came. We offered no threat to you. We could never understand why you had to be so brutal.
Marritza: Well, we can't have that, Major, I want no more secrets between us. Anything you don't understand, I'll explain to you.
Kira: Thank you, but I think I've heard enough of your lies.
Marritza: What lies? You mean my failure to divulge my true identity? Believe me, Major, I yearned to tell you but I knew how much more satisfaction you would have if find out for yourself. And that was my only deception. Marritza was a magnificent file clerk. And I, Gul Darhe'el, I hope you'll not think it immodest of me to say so, but I was a magnificent leader. You never saw Gallitep at its height. For a labor camp, it was the very model of order and efficiency. And why? For that, you have to look to the top. To me! My word, my every glance, was law and the verdict was always the same, guilty.
Kira: You're insane.
Marritza: Oh, no, no, Major. You can't dismiss me that easily. I did what had to be done. My men understood that, and that's why they loved me. I would order them to go out and kill Bajoran scum, and they'd do it. They'd murder them and they'd come back covered in blood, but they felt clean. Now why did they feel that way, Major? Because they were clean.
Kira: You admit your atrocities.
Marritza: I admit everything. Why not? I was the best at what I did. My accomplishments speak for themselves. Can you say the same? You and that little Shakaar resistance cell that you belonged to. All you did was annoy Cardassians, while I was out exterminating Bajorans.
Kira: Make sure you tell that to the tribunal.
Marritza: Oh, I will.
Kira: Then they'll sentence you to death.
Marritza: Let them. Don't you see? It doesn't change anything. Kill me, torture me, it doesn't matter. You've already lost, Major. You can never undo what I've accomplished. The dead will still be dead. What will you do now, Major? Withhold my medicine?
Odo: Here, this will help.
Kira: What is it?
Odo: Maraltian seev-ale from Quark's private stock. Better?
Kira: You know, Odo, I wonder how many others like Darhe'el are still out there, still free, unpunished.
Odo: Quite a few, no doubt. But thanks to you, there's one less out there now.
Kira: You should've heard him. He bragged about what happened at Gallitep. The torture, the murders, the humiliation. He's proud of about what he did to us.
Odo: Why don't you go to your quarters, and lie down for a while. We'll leave him alone with his Cardassian pride.
Kira: I don't want to lie down. That's what he'd like. Another Bajoran hiding in a corner. He's probably in there laughing at me right now.
Odo: He won't be laughing very long.
Kira: I hate him, Odo. I hate his smirking, superior Cardassian face. When I was fighting with the resistance, we used to lie awake at night plotting the assassination of men like Darhe'el. Now I have to stand there and listen to him belittle the Shakaar and everything it stood for.
Odo: Perhaps you should avoid discussing your personal history with a creature like that.
Kira: I didn't.
Odo: Then how did he know you were with the Shakaar?
Kira: I don't know, he was an important military leader.
Odo: That doesn't explain it. If he'd been in charge of quelling Bajoran resistance, then he might have had your name on file. But he commanded a forced labor camp. Something's not right here. Where are you going?
Kira: To have another little chat with Gul Darhe'el.
Odo: Computer. Review all off-station requests for information regarding Major Kira Nerys within the last eight months.
Computer: Working.
Marritza: Oh, back to see the Butcher. Am I really so fascinating?
Kira: How did you know I was with the Shakaar?
Marritza: This provisional government of yours certainly moves slowly. They should've dragged me away in chains by now.
Kira: Just answer the question.
Marritza: My, my, you are a strutting little egotist. You forget the brilliance of Marritza's filing system. He made sure that I was provided with information on all your little terrorist bands. What I particularly enjoyed were the termination reports. Yes, life in a forced labor camp can be so isolating. At times I felt that I alone bore the burden of cleansing Bajor of its rabble, but those reports reassured me I was not alone.
Kira: And I'm supposed to believe you remembered my name from some report you read years ago?
Marritza: At the risk of bruising your vanity even further, Major, I didn't remember you at all until I heard your name here. I can see that disturbs you.
Kira: Hardly.
Marritza: You know, Major, they will be coming for me soon, so before we say goodbye, there are a few little questions I should like to ask you.
Kira: Your questions don't interest me.
Marritza: How can you be so sure? Or are you just afraid to hear them?
Quark: Who're they?
Odo: Survivors of Gallitep. They arrived early this morning. I suppose they're waiting for justice.
Quark: Gallitep. Imagine living through that hellhole. The pain, the sorrow. Do you think they like to gamble?
Odo: Doctor, I need your help.
Bashir: Of course.
Odo: Three months ago, a request came from Kora Two for information concerning Kira Nerys.
Bashir: To what purpose?
Odo: I'm not sure, but the name on the request was Aamin Marritza. I've established a subspace link with Kora Two and I'd like you to access his medical history there.
Dax: Dax to Odo. Gul Dukat is responding to your subspace transmission.
Odo: Could you route it to my office.
Dax: Aye, sir.
Dukat: I do miss working with you, Odo. I've miss our games of kalevian montar.
Odo: As I recall, Gul Dukat, we played one game and you cheated.
Dukat: The same old Odo. Like a blunt instrument. But no to your question I regret that I cannot give you access to any of the files pertaining to Gul Darhe'el, but I assure you the files would only tell you what I'm telling you. Gul Darhe'el is dead.
Odo: That's not possible.
Dukat: I attended his funeral myself. As a matter of fact, he's buried under one of the largest military monuments on Cardassia.
Odo: Then who are we holding here?
Dukat: Some innocent Cardassian citizen, just as I explained to your Commander Sisko. And we want him released.
Odo: That innocent citizen has admitted he is Gul Darhe'el.
Dukat: What are you saying?
Odo: He says his name is Gul Darhe'el.
Dukat: Then he's lying!
Odo: Well if he is, it's the most foolish lie he could have invented. It's likely to get him executed. Why would anyone do such a thing?
Dukat: I don't know. But I tell you I attended Darhe'el's funeral.
Odo: You're sure the man you saw buried was Gul Darhe'el?
Dukat: Half of Cardassia viewed his body,
Odo: I saw a photograph of Darhe'el taken at the Gallitep labor camp. It certainly appears to be the man we're holding.
Dukat: You're mistaken.
Odo: Am I?
Dukat: This is obviously some plot to embarrass the Cardassian Empire.
Odo: It's possible. Give me access to your files and perhaps I can find some proof to support your claim that Gul Darhe'el is dead.
Dukat: I suppose I could grant you limited access to the files.
Odo: I think that's wise.
Kira: I was twelve when I started fighting but I've heard of some who were even younger than that.
Marritza: Yes, yes, let's get to the real issue. How many Cardassians did you kill? I mean personally.
Kira: I didn't keep count.
Marritza: Oh, I think you did. And I'm sure your total wasn't limited to military personnel. After all, the most effective terrorist weapon was random violence. Don't leave now, Major, it's just getting good. How many Cardassian civilians did you kill?
Kira: Look, I regret a lot of what I had to do.
Marritza: How convenient of you.
Kira: We had no choice! We were fighting for survival!
Marritza: So were we! We had an empire to protect. We needed your resources. Everything I did was for the greater glory of Cardassia! And if you spineless scum had to be ground under, so much the better. All that mattered was Cardassia. I loved my homeland. That's what justified my actions, that's what gave me my strength.
Kira: Nothing justifies genocide.
Marritza: What you call genocide, I call a day's work.
Odo: Major? Could I have a word with you?
Odo: Doctor Bashir and I have done some checking. I don't know why yet, but the man in that cell wanted to be caught.
Odo: This certificate of death was in the file sent to me by Gul Dukat.
Sisko: According to this, Gul Darhe'el died in his sleep six years ago. Cause of death, massive coleibric hemorrhage.
Kira: Commander, I guarantee you that's a forged document. I think it's pretty clear what's going on here. The Cardassians are trying trick us into letting him go.
Sisko: I wouldn't put it past our friend Gul Dukat.
Odo: Nor would I. However
Kira: The man in there confessed he is Gul Darhe'el.
Odo: Major, the man in there has Kalla-Nohra Syndrome.
Kira: Of course he does.
Odo: According to the evidence I've been sent, Gul Darhe'el never contracted that condition.
Kira: More evidence from our trustworthy Gul Dukat.
Sisko: What've you got, Constable?
Odo: Darhe'el's progress reports from Gallitep show that when the mining accident occurred, he was back on Cardassia being awarded the Proficient Service Medallion.
Sisko: If he wasn't at Gallitep on the day of the accident, then he couldn't have contracted Kalla-Nohra.
Odo: Correct. But the man we're holding does have it.
Kira: I can't believe I'm listening to this.
Odo: I'm afraid there's more, Major. I inquired about his last two weeks on Kora Two. He resigned his position at the military academy, put all his affairs in order, and even provided handsomely for his housekeeper, I understand
Kira: All right, all right. So like any criminals, he wanted to move on before somebody traced his whereabouts.
Odo: He specifically requested passage on a vessel that was scheduled to stop here, at a Bajoran station. A rather unusual request for a Cardassian war criminal.
Sisko: Unless he wanted to be captured.
Kira: Wait a minute. Let's be clear about one thing. This evidence may raise some interesting questions. Nevertheless, Darhe'el is going to be sent back to Bajor to stand trial for the atrocities he committed.
Sisko: Major, that is still to be determined.
Kira: Then go talk to him. If you still have any doubts, just listen to what he has to say. He was there. He did it. He'll tell you about it.
Bashir: Constable, I've checked on Marritza's medical record.
Sisko: What have we got?
Bashir: He's been under treatment for Kalla-Nohra Syndrome, of course, and a few other minor ailments, most relating to his age. It's all pretty standard, actually, except for one thing.
Odo: Which is?
Bashir: Five years ago, after arriving on Kora Two, he started taking massive doses of a dermatiraelian plastiscine, which is a dermal regenerative agent used to maintain skin resilience after cosmetic alteration.
Kira: You're saying he changed his face to look like Gul Darhe'el.
Bashir: It certainly appears that way.
Kira: How are you feeling?
Marritza: I was starting to get a little bored, but seeing you again brightens my day.
Kira: I was referring to your Kalla-Nohra Syndrome. Would you like see Doctor Bashir?
Marritza: Oh, so that's it. You want to see me writhe around on the floor in pain. A Cardassian would never put on such a deplorable display in front of a Bajoran. You just don't understand us at all.
Kira: I'm beginning to understand a great deal about you. One thing does puzzle me.
Marritza: And what would that be?
Kira: How you contracted Kalla-Nohra syndrome.
Marritza: Did you think that the mining accident only affected the Bajoran laborers, and not their Cardassian masters? That would be very nice.
Kira: So you're saying you were at Gallitep when that mining accident occurred?
Marritza: Of course. Why are we going over this again?
Kira: Because your own progress reports shows that you were back on Cardassia at the time of the accident.
Marritza: That's ridiculous.
Kira: Receiving your Proficient Service Medallion.
Marritza: The reports are wrong.
Kira: I can show them to you.
Marritza: That won't be necessary. I know where I was.
Kira: Why were you taking a dermal regenerative?
Marritza: I don't know what you're talking about.
Kira: Then let me help you. Five years ago when you first got to Kora Two
Marritza: All right, that's enough. Your presence no longer amuses me. Get out.
Kira: Why did you have your face altered?
Marritza: Security, get this woman out of here!
Kira: Why are you pretending to be Gul Darhe'el?
Marritza: Why don't you ask me something intelligent, as for instance how I did I feel when we were withdrawing from Bajor? The answer is, I was furious! The thought of leaving any survivors behind was repulsive to me. So while our useless office clerks were packing their precious files, I ordered my overseers to begin slaughtering the laborers.
Kira: If you felt that way about your filing clerks, why did you take Marritza's name?
Marritza: My plan was to do nothing less than kill every Bajoran in the camp! And to this day, my one regret is that I was not able to accomplish this honorable goal.
Kira: You're Marritza, aren't you?
Marritza: You mistake me for that bug? That whimpering nothing? Oh, you stupid Bajoran girl, don't you know who I am? I'm your nemesis, I'm your nightmare. I'm the Butcher of Gallitep.
Kira: The Butcher of Gallitep died six years ago. You're Aamin Marritza, his filing clerk.
Marritza: That's not true. I am alive. I'll always be alive. It's Marritza who's dead. Marritza, who was only good for cowering under his bunk and weeping like a woman. Who, every night, covered his ears because he couldn't bear to hear the screaming for mercy of the Bajorans.
Marritza: I covered my ears every night. I couldn't bear to hear those horrible screams. You have no idea what it's like to be a coward, to see these horrors and do nothing. Marritza's dead. He deserves to be dead.
Marritza: What are you doing?
Kira: I'm letting you go.
Marritza: Security? Get in here!
Kira: You didn't commit those crimes, and you couldn't stop them. You were only one man.
Marritza: No, don't you see? I have to be punished. We all have to be punished. Major, you have to go out and tell them I'm Gul Darhe'el. It's the only way.
Kira: Why are you doing this?
Marritza: For Cardassia. Cardassia will only survive if it stands in front of Bajor and admits the truth. My trial will force Cardassia to acknowledge its guilt. And we're guilty, all of us. My death is necessary.
Kira: What you're asking for is another murder. Enough good people have already died. I won't help kill another.
Kira: You should be back on Kora Two in three days.
Marritza: There's nothing for me to go back to.
Kira: We've contacted officials there. They'll be waiting to help you.
Marritza: If they believed that I was Gul Darhe'el, then my trial might have helped bring about a new Cardassia. Now you've told them I was just a file clerk.
Kira: What you tried to do was very honorable. If Cardassia is going to change, it's going to need people like you.
Kira: Why? He wasn't Darhe'el! Why?
Kainon: He's a Cardassian. That's reason enough.
Kira: No! It's not.