Bashir: Lot of kick for a forty five Dom.
Caprice: Thank you, Mister. Mister?
Bashir: Bashir. Julian Bashir.
Caprice: Who's that?
Bashir: An uninvited guest. Excuse me.
Bashir: Nice tux.
Garak: Thank you.
Bashir: Now get out.
Garak: But Doctor, I've only just arrived.
Bashir: Breaking into a holosuite during someone's program is not only rude, it's illegal. I should call Odo and have you arrested.
Garak: What an extreme reaction that would be. You must be very embarrassed by this program.
Bashir: I'm not embarrassed. I'm annoyed that you have intruded into my privacy.
Garak: Privacy, indeed. I think it goes far deeper than that, Doctor. Ever since you received this new program, you've spent virtually every free hour in the holosuite. But you haven't told anyone what the program is.
Bashir: Am I supposed to?
Garak: No, no, no. But you're such a, forgive me, a talkative man and it's so unusual for you to have secrets.
Bashir: I must have picked up that habit from you. Now, if you will excuse me.
Garak: Is this fantasy of yours really truly revealing of your inner psyche?
Bashir: What?
Garak: Is that why you're so protective? Are you afraid that I'll find out some humiliating secrets about the real Julian Bashir?
Bashir: This is a fantasy. I'm not hiding anything.
Garak: Well, if you've nothing to hide, then why not let me stay?
Bashir: All right. Now I have to be at work in two hours and I'd like to enjoy myself, so keep quiet and don't rain on my parade.
Garak: Your parade?
Bashir: Never mind.
Garak: Don't worry, Doctor. I can be quite diskreet. You'll barely know I'm here.
Bashir: Good.
Garak: But if I may make one observation.
Bashir: Garak.
Garak: I only want to point out that your lovely companion is leaving. Odd. She seemed so interested in your advances just a moment ago. I wonder what scared her away? Oh, no. I do apologize. You must be incensed. In fact, if I were in your shoes, I would grab a bottle of champagne and shoot me.
Bashir: I can see I'm going to regret this.
Garak: Don't worry, Doctor. We're going to have a wonderful time. After all, what could possibly go wrong?
Garak: You live here?
Bashir: That's right.
Garak: Decorate it yourself?
Bashir: The decor is appropriate for the period. Nineteen sixty-four.
Garak: How did you pronounce the name of this city?
Bashir: Kowloon. It's part of Hong Kong.
Garak: And the nightclub was in Paris, which, if I remember correctly, was on the other side of the planet.
Luvsitt: Mister Bashir, I didn't expect you home so soon.
Bashir: I decided to leave Paris a little early. Allow me to introduce my friend, Mister Garak. Garak, this is my personal valet, Mona Luvsitt.
Luvsitt: Pleased to make your acquaintance. Would you like to change into something more comfortable?
Bashir: That would be perfect. See if we can find Mister Garak something as well.
Luvsitt: I'll see what I can do. Would you like me to put this away?
Bashir: Please. Care for a drink?
Garak: Not just yet.
Garak: Is she your valet or your personal assassin?
Bashir: Valet. Mona is very capable. She speaks seven languages, has degrees in biology, chemistry, physics, can fly anything from a jet to a helicopter and makes an excellent martini.
Mona: Is there anything else I can do for you?
Bashir: I'll let you know.
Garak: I take it your character is some kind of rich dilettante with a fascination for women and weapons.
Bashir: Actually, my character is far more disreputable. I'm a spy.
Garak: A spy? And you live here?
Bashir: Yes. I work for one of the nation states of this era, Great Britain, which is battling various other nations in what is called the Cold War. This apartment, my clothes, weapons, even my valet were provided to me by my government.
Garak: I think I joined the wrong intelligence service.
Sisko: Orinoco to Deep Space Nine. This is Captain Sisko requesting landing clearance.
Eddington: Welcome back, Captain.
Eddington: You're cleared to set down on landing pad three. How was the conference?
Sisko: Informative, but I've got a ship full of tired officers here. I think we'll all be happy to be in our own beds tonight.
Eddington: I can imagine.
Eddington: There's some message traffic from Starfleet Command for you to look at
Eddington: But nothing
O'Brien: Captain, there's some kind of power surge in the warp core.
Sisko: Looks like a fluctuation in the plasma coils. We'd better take the warp core offline.
O'Brien: I can't. There's something wrong with the command control systems. I'm completely locked out.
Worf: Magnetic interlocks are failing. Warp core breach is imminent.
Sisko: Eject the warp core.
Kira: The ejection system isn't responding.
O'Brien: Correction. The ejection system is missing. We've been sabotaged.
Worf: Ten seconds to warp core breach.
Eddington: Orinoco, cut your impulse engines and drop your deflectors. We're going to try to beam you out of there.
Sisko: Acknowledged. Cut main power.
Eddington: I've locked on. Energizing.
Odo: What happened?
Eddington: Captain Sisko's runabout exploded while I was trying to beam them back. Some of the energy traveled back along the transporter beam and blew up the primary energizing coils.
Odo: Do we still have their patterns?
Eddington: Yes. They're in the buffer. But the patterns will start to degrade if not used immediately. We need to store the patterns somewhere.
Odo: This is more complicated than just an ordinary transporter pattern. We're going to have to preserve all the neural signatures of everyone on that runabout. Do you know how much memory it would take to save just one person's neural signature, much less five?
Eddington: I don't think we have any choice. Computer, I need to store all data currently in the transporter pattern buffer. Where can I save it?
Computer: There is insufficient computer memory to save the data.
Odo: The pattern buffer's beginning to lose coherence. The patterns will start to degrade any second now.
Eddington: Computer, what if we wiped all computer memory in every system on the station and then stored the patterns?
Computer: That procedure has not been tested. It cannot be predicted.
Odo: The buffer is depolarizing.
Eddington: Computer, this is a command priority override. Wipe all computer memory necessary in order to save the patterns from the buffer. Authorisation Eddington zero six five alpha enable.
Computer: Executing command override.
Odo: Tricorder. The buffer's lost coherence. The patterns are gone. Did the computer save them in time?
Eddington: I think so, but I'm not sure where.
Garak: Thank you, my dear. Yes, this should do nicely, although I'm not too sure about the collar.
Bashir: It's perfect.
Luvsitt: I'll have these cleaned right away. (
Bashir: Thank you.
Garak: Isn't this a rather ostentatious life for a spy?
Bashir: It's all part of my cover. I'm posing as a wealthy jet-setter, so I have to act like one.
Garak: Jet-setter?
Bashir: People of this era used to travel in
Kira: Julian. I must have fallen asleep.
Bashir: Very funny. Who else did you invite along with you today?
Garak: This wasn't my idea. Major?
Kira: Colonel, actually. Colonel Anastasia Komananov, KGB. Oh, Julian, I never thought I'd see you alive again. Not after you fell out of that dirigible over Iceland.
Bashir: I had a parachute, and there was a submarine there waiting for me. But how do you know about that? Have you been downloading my holosuite programs?
Kira: Oh Julian, you are not well. Let's lie down.
Garak: I must say, Major Kira's certainly throwing herself into the role, Doctor.
Bashir: Nerys, please.
Kira: Who is this Major Nerys Kira?
Bashir: Kira Nerys, actually.
Garak: Perhaps this isn't Major Kira after all.
Bashir: I'm beginning to think you're right. Computer restore the image of Colonel Komananov back to its original parameters.
Computer: Unable to comply. The character parameters of Colonel Komananov are correct.
Garak: I'd say someone's been tampering with your program, Doctor.
Kira: Julian, we don't have time for games. There is much to talk about.
Bashir: Excuse me. Computer freeze program.
Computer: Unable to comply. Computer control has been disrupted due to station-wide emergency.
Garak: Emergency?
Bashir: Bashir to Ops. What's going on?
Odo: We've got our hands full right now, Doctor. Stand by.
Eddington: Odo, wait. Doctor, where are you? And do you have access to a working computer console?
Bashir: I'm in holosuite three.
Bashir: The program's running but it won't comply with my commands.
Eddington: The program is still running?
Kira: I demand to know who you are talking to!
Kira: Julian, tell me.
Odo: That sounded like Kira.
Bashir: Not exactly.
Bashir: Someone has replaced one of the characters with the image of Major Kira. What's going on?
Eddington: Stay where you are
Eddington: Doctor. Keep the program running for now. We'll get right back to you.
Kira: Julian, talk to me. Tell me what is happening.
Bashir: I'm not sure myself.
Eddington: Ops to Bashir.
Eddington: Doctor, whatever you do, don't end that program.
Bashir: Why not?
Eddington: There's been a transporter accident.
Eddington: We believe the holosuite memory core is holding the transporter patterns of five crewmembers. If you stop the program, their patterns
Eddington: Might be lost.
Bashir: How could that happen?
Eddington: It's a long story.
Eddington: But at this moment the patterns of Captain Sisko, Kira, Worf, Dax and O'Brien exist only in the holosuite database.
Odo: Don't leave the holosuite. If you do, it might disrupt the holo-imaging array and right now we can't take any chances. You'll have to stay in there and keep the program running for now.
Bashir: Understood.
Odo: We'll get back to you, Doctor.
Kira: Oh, Julian, you are so tense.
Bashir: It's been one of those days
Kira: I wish I could relax you but I am here on business.
Kira: In the last twenty-four hours, a series of earthquakes have struck cities from Vladivostok to New York. Our seismologists have analyzed the earthquakes and come to the conclusion that they are artificial.
Garak: So? That's not so difficult. One only has to
Bashir: Garak.
Kira: Your friend seems to know something.
Bashir: Believe me, he knows nothing.
Kira: If you say so. Because of the global nature of this crisis, my government and yours have decided to cooperate. We will be working very closely.
Bashir: I'm sure we will.
Kira: Our assignment is to find out who caused the earthquakes and what they want.
Garak: A rather vague assignment.
Kira: We do have one clue. One of the world's leading seismologists, Professor Honey Bare, has vanished. We believe she has been kidnapped.
Kira: I didn't think she was your type.
Bashir: You said she's been kidnapped.
Kira: We think so. She disappeared only a few hours before the first quake struck New York City.
Garak: Doctor, we're in the middle of an emergency. Is this really the time to be playing games?
Bashir: Look.
Garak: Interesting.
Bashir: If Honey Bare is killed, the computer will erase her character from its program. Now since the program thinks that Dax is Honey Bare
Garak: The computer would actually be erasing Commander Dax's pattern.
Bashir: Kira, erm, Ana. Do you have any idea where Professor Bare is?
Kira: She was last seen
Bashir: I'll be right with you, Mona.
Garak: Chief.
Bashir: No. It's Falcon.
O'Brien: Nice to see you, Mister Bashir. Now I think we have a little unfinished business.
O'Brien: Surprised to see me, Mister Bashir?
Bashir: You could say that.
O'Brien: Well, you should use something a little more lethal than a champagne cork. Something like this.
Kira: Wait! Wait, please. Let us have one last kiss.
O'Brien: Why not? I've always been a romantic at heart.
Kira: Earring.
O'Brien: All right, Bashir. That's enough.
Garak: Interesting jewellry.
Bashir: I bought those for Anastasia last Christmas. You're bleeding.
Garak: The holosuite safeties must be off.
Kira: Time to clip this bird's wings.
Bashir: No!
Kira: Niet! What are you doing?
Bashir: We can't kill him.
Kira: Julian, what are you saying? He's been trying to kill you for nine years.
Garak: I wouldn't dismiss her idea so quickly, Doctor.
Bashir: But that's Miles.
Garak: No. As you pointed out, he's Falcon, a hired assassin who's going to do everything he can to kill you. And without the holosuite safeties in place, he may do just that.
Bashir: What do you want me to do? Kill him?
Garak: I want you to stop treating this like a game where everything's going to turn out all right in the end. Real spies have to make hard choices. You want to save Dax? Fine. But you may not have the luxury of saving everyone.
Kira: Who is Dax?
Garak: Eventually you may have to let someone die.
Bashir: I'll deal with that situation if and when it happens. In the meantime, we have to find Dax.
Kira: Who is Dax?
Bashir: Ana, I promise I'll explain everything later. Now, you said Professor Bare had been kidnapped. Do you have any suspects?
Kira: We believe that Doctor Noah is behind the abductions. During the past two years, he has kidnapped an elite group of sixty artisans and scientists from around the world. No one knows why or where he has taken them, but our sources tell us that each of the missing people was invited to meet Doctor Noah at a club in Paris shortly before they disappeared.
Bashir: The Club Ingénue?
Kira: Da.
Bashir: I had a feeling. Sorry, my dear. I hope you remember how to tie a bow-tie. We're going to Paris.
Kira: Who is Dax?
Rom: I've had to make a few modifications to this holosuite over the years.
Eddington: A few? It's like a junkyard in here.
Rom: My brother won't let me buy new components so I've had to scavenge for what I need.
Quark: I'm barely breaking even on the holosuites as it is. If I had to buy new equipment every time there was a glitch.
Eddington: Where's the core memory interface?
Rom: Oh it's right behind the spatula.
Eddington: The spatula?
Rom: It's made of a copper-ytterbium composite, the perfect plasma conductor.
Eddington: I've found them. All five of their physical patterns are in here and they're stable.
Odo: Why here?
Eddington: The holosuite is specifically designed to store highly complex energy patterns. The computer's processing their physical patterns as if they were holosuite characters. Trouble is, I'm not reading any neural energy.
Rom: Neural energy has to be stored at the quantum level. The holosuite can't handle that.
Odo: So if their physical bodies are stored here, where are their brain patterns?
Quark: Everywhere else. Their brain patterns are so large that they're taking up every bit of computer memory on the station. Replicator memory, weapons, life supports.
Odo: He may be right. So what do we do about it? How do we get them back?
Bashir: I'd like to see Doctor Noah. I have an invitation.
Worf: May I see your invitation?
Bashir: Doctor Noah?
Worf: I am Duchamps. I am Doctor Noah's associate.
Bashir: May I?
Bashir: My name's Merriweather. Patrick Merriweather. And this is my wife Anastasia. And my friend Mister Garak.
Worf: Charmed. Your invitation, Mister Merriweather?
Bashir: I don't have one.
Worf: The Doctor does not like unexpected guests.
Kira: I believe Doctor Noah would be very interested in meeting my husband. He's one of the leading geologists in the world.
Worf: Now why would that interest Doctor Noah?
Garak: We believe he's taken quite an interest in the sciences. After all, he has invited several of the world's top scientists to this club. Isn't that true?
Bashir: I must say I feel a little insulted by being left out of such an illustrious group.
Worf: How unfortunate. Of course, a meeting still can be arranged. For a price.
Bashir: Oh?
Worf: Five million francs.
Bashir: No problem.
Worf: I do not understand. Where's the rest of your money?
Bashir: Right in front of you. Shall we begin?
Odo: A Cardassian separatist group calling themselves The True Way has claimed responsibility for sabotaging the runabout.
Eddington: Ever heard of them before?
Odo: They're opposed to the peace treaty, they blame the Federation for Cardassia's economic and political troubles, et cetera, et cetera. Until now, they've never committed any terrorist action to support their beliefs. What have you found?
Eddington: From what we can tell, Quark was right. The computer has stored the neural energy patterns of everyone on the runabout throughout the entire station.
Quark: Don't everyone thank me at once.
Rom: What we need to do is re-integrate their neural patterns with their physical patterns from the holosuite and rematerialize them.
Eddington: I say we use the Defiant. Its power systems and computers are independent of the station and it has its own transporter.
Rom: Sounds good. Except
Eddington: Except what?
Rom: Well, my equipment isn't designed to interface with Starfleet systems. I may have to make some modifications.
Bashir: Card.
Bashir: Nine. Five million francs.
Worf: You're quite a baccarat player, Mister Merriweather.
Bashir: Baccarat and geology are my life. Now then, Mister Duchamps, I believe we've met your conditions.
Bashir: When do we leave?
Worf: Right now.
Kira: что случилось?
Garak: Another decorator's nightmare. This era has a distinct lack of taste.
Bashir: Where are we?
Sisko: Welcome to Paradise, Mister Merriweather. I believe you've been looking for me. My name is Hippocrates Noah.
Sisko: Mister Merriweather, I understand your field is geology.
Bashir: That's right.
Sisko: Then I'm sure you can appreciate these stones in my most recent acquisition.
Bashir: A most striking display of rubies, tourmaline, sapphire, topaz. Judging by the high chromium content in the rubies, I'd say they come from the hydrothermal deposits on the Tibetan plateau. Which isn't surprising, considering we're on the south eastern slope of Mount Everest at about twenty two thousand feet, I should say.
Sisko: Twenty five actually.
Bashir: You must not get many tourists.
Sisko: My guests and I place a premium on our privacy. We don't want any unwelcomed guests, such as men sent by governments who disagree with my political philosophy.
Kira: And what is your philosophy? Are you some kind of anarchist?
Sisko: Quite the opposite. I believe in an orderly world. A far cry from the chaos we find ourselves in today. We are building a new future here. A new beginning for mankind. A new chapter in human history will open right here on my island.
Bashir: Island?
Sisko: Forgive me. Sometimes I do get ahead of myself. Allow me to explain.
Dax: We're almost ready. I've programd the laser sequence and I'm making some last minute adjustments to a South American Site.
Sisko: I do have every confidence in you, my dear.
Kira: She's working with him.
Sisko: You see, Mister Merriweather, I intend not only to create a new future, I intend to create a new world. At each one of these points, I have hidden a new form of laser. One that can penetrate the Earth's crust down into the mantle itself.
Bashir: The global earthquakes.
Sisko: Those were only tests. Soon I will activate all of these lasers together, and when I do, they will produce worldwide earthquakes the likes of which we have never been felt before.
Garak: Killing everyone on the planet.
Sisko: More than that. There comes a time when a house has been so damaged by termites that you must not only kill the termites but demolish the house and build again. The quakes are only a minor side effect. The real goal of this project is to have these lasers of mine produce massive fissures in the Earth's crust, releasing millions of tons of molten lava. Now, Mister Merriweather, you're the geologist. Tell me what happens next.
Bashir: Once that much lava is released, the tectonic plates would begin to settle.
Sisko: And the surface of the planet will shrink, just like letting air out of a balloon.
Kira: But if the surface of the Earth shrinks, the oceans
Bashir: Will cover the Earth. Diabolical.
Sisko: Visionary. I am going to let mankind begin anew, here on this island paradise, the only place that will remain above water on my brave new world. And that is why I have gathered the finest minds, the very best that mankind has to offer. We will repopulate and start a new human race. Pity you won't be able to join us.
Bashir: Are you revoking my invitation?
Sisko: I intend to do more than that, Mister Bashir. Not only have I brought the greatest minds to my mountain retreat, but I have also hired the greatest protection that money can buy. I believe you already know my newest employee.
Eddington: Is all this really necessary?
Rom: It's the best I can do.
Eddington: How long until we're ready to try retrieving their patterns?
Rom: I'd say another hour.
Eddington: O'Brien's going to kill me when he gets back.
Sisko: This is one of a seventy four lasers I've deployed around the world. When I throw that switch, it'll begin a five minute countdown that even I can't stop. Once the laser fires, the whole cave will be filled with molten lava.
Bashir: Where's Colonel Komananov?
Sisko: She's a spirited individual. Young, healthy. We'll need women like her to help propagate the second human race.
Sisko: Try to stay cool, Mister Bashir.
Garak: So what do we do now?
Bashir: I'm thinking.
Garak: Think faster. I don't know if I've made this explicit to you or not, Doctor, but I really don't want to die chained to a twentieth century laser. I think it's time to end this program.
Bashir: We can't do that. We'd wipe out the patterns of Sisko and the others.
Garak: Then may I suggest calling Commander Eddington and having him send someone in here to remove these handcuffs?
Bashir: You heard what Odo said. We don't know what'll happen if we interrupt the holo-imaging array by calling for the doors. The entire program might collapse and kill them all.
Garak: Well I only know one thing for sure, Doctor, that when the molten lava begins pouring into this cave, you and I are going to be very uncomfortable.
Garak: Who's that?
Bashir: It's our ticket out of here.
Bashir: What a waste. That no one can see what a beautiful woman you are.
Garak: Is that your plan?
Bashir: Shut up. Noah only wants you for your mind. He can't appreciate the woman inside you. Honey, would you grant me one last request and take off those glasses?
Dax: Like this?
Bashir: You know, your hair would look so much better if it were free.
Garak: I must say, Doctor, this is more than I ever wanted to know about your fantasy life.
Bashir: There. That's the last thing I want to remember before I die.
Dax: Thank you.
Garak: I'd give you both some privacy if I could.
Garak: Great plan. Now can we call Eddington?
Bashir: That will not be necessary. Honey has given me all we need.
Garak: Kiss the girl, get the key. They never taught me that in the Obsidian Order.
Bashir: Come on! (The laser lights up.
Bashir: We have to get to the control room.
Garak: What?
Bashir: If this program ends like the others, either Komananov or Honey Bare will be killed by Doctor Noah. The other's supposed to end up with me. In either case, we have to make sure that both of them survive.
Garak: You expect to take on Noah and his men with that?
Bashir: It's my fantasy. Trust me.
Garak: No! This has gone far enough. It's time to cut our losses.
Bashir: We can't do that. Kira or Dax might
Garak: Yes, they might be killed, and that is unfortunate. But there comes a point when the odds are against you and the only reasonable course of action is to quit!
Bashir: Quit? GARAK Yes.
Bashir: Is that what they taught you in the Obsidian Order? To give up when things get tough?
Garak: As a matter of fact, they did. That's why I've managed to stay alive while most of my colleagues are dead. Because I know when to walk away. And that time is now. And you'd know that, Doctor, if you were a real intelligence agent.
Bashir: Oh, so that's what this is all about. The fact that my fantasy happens to step on what you consider to be your private domain. Well what's the matter, Garak? Have I bruised your ego by play-acting at something you take so very seriously?
Garak: That's something else you've yet to learn, Doctor. A real intelligence agent has no ego, no conscience, no remorse. Only a sense of professionalism. And mine is telling me that it's time to go. Computer!
Bashir: Don't.
Garak: Or what? You'll kill me?
Bashir: If you call for the exit, you might kill Sisko and the others, and I'm not prepared to risk that.
Garak: I'm afraid I don't believe you'll pull that trigger.
Bashir: I wouldn't be so sure about that.
Garak: It's time to face reality, Doctor. You're a man who dreams of being a hero because you know, deep down, that you're not. I'm no hero either, but I do know how to make a choice, and I'm choosing to save myself. Computer, show me the mechanism
Bashir: You'll be fine. It's just a flesh wound.
Garak: That was awfully close. What if you'd killed me?
Bashir: What makes you think I wasn't trying?
Garak: Doctor, I do believe there's hope for you yet.
Bashir: I'm so relieved. Now, we have to get to the control room. Are you coming or not?
Garak: Well, who am I to question Julian Bashir, secret agent? Lead on.
Bashir: Everybody stay where you are.
Dax: Julian.
Bashir: Your weapon, Doctor Noah.
Sisko: This is your doing. You let them go.
Dax: I'm sorry, Doctor.
Kira: Julian, you are just in time. He was about to activate the final sequence of the lasers. Kill him, Julian.
Bashir: Not this time, Ana.
Kira: Well then, I will.
Bashir: No!
Kira: What are you doing?
Worf: Making a mistake.
Sisko: Thank you, Mister Duchamps.
Eddington: Eddington to Bashir. We're going to try rematerializing their patterns in about two minutes.
Bashir: Understood.
Sisko: What is it you understand, Mister Bashir? That you should've killed me when you had the chance? I agree. But then again, I suppose it wouldn't be very heroic. I, on the other hand, have no pretensions about the idea of being a hero.
Bashir: Wait! Maybe I'm tired of being a hero. Maybe I've thought over what you said and decided that you're absolutely right.
Sisko: About what?
Bashir: Everything. The decadence of the world, the need for order. The more I think about it, the more I realize that your way may be the only way.
Sisko: Ha!
Sisko: You expect me to believe that? You are Julian Bashir. A man who has spent his entire life dedicated to fighting against
Bashir: Yes, but all that's about to end now, isn't it? You're going to destroy this world and start a new one. What's the use of me continuing to defend a doomed planet? Can you see the sense in that?
Sisko: No.
Bashir: No. I'm an intelligence agent, and if there's any one thing I've learnt, it is that there comes a point when the odds are against you and there is no reasonable course of action but to quit. How do you think I've managed to stay alive so long when all of my compatriots are dead? It is because I have known when to walk away.
Rom: Rom to Ops. I'm ready. You can start transferring the neural energy to the Defiant.
Odo: Acknowledged.
Odo: Beginning data transfer.
Sisko: You make a very interesting argument, Mister Bashir. But I'm afraid I've been looking forward to killing you for a long time.
Bashir: You need to move beyond that. You need to start thinking about your new world order. You may even need someone like me.
Sisko: If you think that by going over there you are going to destroy my control console, you're wasting your time.
Bashir: I don't intend to destroy your console, Doctor. I intend to use it.
Dax: You've just activated the final laser sequence.
Kira: You've destroyed the Earth.
Odo: Data transfer complete. I am re-establishing computer control over the station.
O'Brien: It's working just as you planned. You've done it, Doctor.
Sisko: Yes. But somehow, I didn't expect to win. I suppose the only thing left to do now is to kill you.
Sisko: What happened, Commander?
O'Brien: What did you do to my ship?
Eddington: It's going to take some explaining. Eddington to Bashir. We've got them, Doctor. You can leave
Eddington: The holosuite now.
Bashir: Thank you.
Garak: Interesting. You saved the day by destroying the world.
Bashir: I bet they didn't teach you that at the Obsidian Order.
Garak: No, no. There was a great deal they didn't teach me. Like the value of a good game of chance, or how indulging in fantasy keeps the mind creative.
Bashir: Lunch tomorrow?
Garak: Of course. But why don't we have it at your place, in Hong Kong. Unless, of course, this was your last mission.
Bashir: Oh, I think it's safe to say that Julian Bashir, secret agent, will return.


Bashir: I knew that my paper was controversial, but I had no idea it would turn the entire conference upside down. Believe me, Jake, panel discussions between doctors are usually a lot more civilized than that.
Jake: I don't know. They seemed polite enough to me.
Bashir: Oh, that was just a veneer. That paper stepped on quite a few toes, I can tell you. It's heresy to even consider the possibility that prion replication could be inhibited by quantum resonance effects. Aren't you going to take any notes?
Jake: Good idea.
Bashir: According to the so-called experts, it's all a matter of amino acid re-sequencing and disulfide shuffling. Quantum dynamics has nothing to do with it.
Jake: I have absolutely no idea what he's talking about.
Bashir: But how can that be? After all, peptide bonds can be reconfigured on a
Bashir: Quantum level. Ah, now get this. This is very good. A few months ago
Jake: If I don't find a way to get out of doing this article, my first writing assignment is going to be my last. Maybe if I write to The Journal and explained. Dear editors, thank you for the confidence expressed in my by accepting my proposed profile of Doctor Bashir. Unfortunately
Bashir: I was running a neural scan and noticed some anomalous protein readings. I thought there must be some mistake, so I ran an at the Journal and amino acid sequence to be sure. But there it was again, the prion mutation rate had spiked. I couldn't believe it. It meant the anomalous proteins had to have a strong quantum resonance.
Bashir: Do you follow?
Jake: Sort of.
Bashir: Good. Because that's the key. The protein anomalies. They indicate a correlative
Jake: Who cares about anomalies? People want stories about things they can relate to. Life and death, good and evil. An outbreak of Cartalian fever would be just the thing. The brave doctor battles the deadly virus. Listen to me, I'm actually rooting for a plague.
Bashir: Increase in prion replication. And that can only mean one of two things either the peptide bonds are unstable, or some other factor is causing the mutations. Rather than start the laborious process of running
Bashir: Quantum scanning each and every peptide bond, I thought I'd begin to make some kind of
Bashir: It's a distress call from the Federation colony on Ajilon Prime. They're under attack. The Klingons have landed troops.
Jake: So much for the cease fire.
Bashir: The main hospital's been damaged. They're short on doctors and running low on supplies.
Jake: What are we waiting for? Let's go.
Bashir: It's risky. The hospital's only fifty kilometers away from the front line.
Jake: You put yourself into dangerous situations all the time.
Bashir: Maybe, but that's not the same as putting you into one.
Jake: Don't worry about me.
Bashir: You're too young to die, Jake.
Jake: I'm eighteen. You know what I mean. I've been on the station when it was under attack plenty of times. I can handle myself. I'm a Sisko. There are lives at stake. These people need you.
Bashir: I hope I don't regret this. We'll be there in just under an hour. I can only imagine what your father's going to say.
Jake: He'll understand.
Bashir: I'll get you out of there as soon as reinforcements arrive. Besides, I wouldn't want you to miss the deadline on your story. Do you think they want a picture of me? Anyway, about those quantum scans I was telling you about.
Jake: Surgery Under Fire. Now we're talking.
Bashir: Instead of scanning each peptide bond, it occurred to me that I could scan for irregularities in the
Odo: What is it, Quark?
Quark: The Chief asked me to come up with a decaffeinated raktajino for Kira. I'm thinking of marketing it.
Kira: Ugh, ugh, ugh that's awful.
O'Brien: Give it a chance. Let me taste.
O'Brien: Quark!
Quark: I did the best I could. The removal of caffeine from beverages has plagued bartenders and restauranteurs for centuries. You can't expect me to solve it overnight.
O'Brien: I'm not paying for that.
Odo: So much for Quark-tajino.
O'Brien: I want to get her off caffeine, not poison her.
Kira: You make me sound like some kind of addict.
Dax: She has maybe two raktajinos a day.
O'Brien: Look, I just don't want my son to be born with a caffeine habit, that's all.
Dax: You're being ridiculous. Why does pregnancy always make men hysterical?
O'Brien: Excuse me, this is not the first baby I've had.
Kira: Excuse me. Keiko had Molly.
Dax: It's not up to you to tell Kira what she can and cannot do.
Worf: She is carrying his child, he should have some say.
Quark: As the lessee, he does have certain rights. Back home, pregnancy is considered a rental. KIRA +
Dax: Rental?
Odo: Something wrong, Captain?
Sisko: I just talked to Doctor Bashir. He's on his way to Ajilon Prime to answer a request for medical assistance.
Kira: Jake's with him.
Sisko: According to the latest reports, Klingon ground troops have captured two settlements in the northern hemisphere.
Worf: Half the colonists are still trapped on the planet. There are no ships in the area to evacuate them.
O'Brien: We're three days away at best.
Sisko: The Farragut will get there the day after tomorrow. Bashir says that he and Jake will leave as soon as the relief teams are in place.
Dax: That means they'll be home by Thursday. Doesn't give you much time to snoop through Jake's things.
Jake: Ready to beam down?
Bashir: No, we can't leave the runabout in orbit, not with the Klingons around. Besides, the colonists moved what was left of the medical equipment underground when the hospital was destroyed and there's magnesite in the rock face. There's no way to transport through it.
Jake: I guess we'll have to find a place to set down.
Bashir: Looks like there's a clearing about a kilometer away from the main settlement. Jake, things could get a little rough down there. They've got a lot of wounded.
Jake: I'll be all right.
Bolian: We've got more wounded coming in.
Nurse: I'll need that plasma!
Kalandra: Are you Bashir?
Bashir: We got a distress call.
Kalandra: Resource said you were on your way.
Kirby: Watch it! Watch it! This is the last IP.
Nurse: His pulse is thready. He must be bleeding somewhere.
Kirby: We are losing him!
Nurse: Doctor Kalandra.
Kalandra: Bashir, jump in. Standard triage. Give him fifteen mils inoprovaline.
Jake: What should I do?
Bashir: Just keep out of the way, please.
Kalandra: Get this man into surgery!
Bolian: The artery's severed. Her BP's bottomed out.
Nurse: Oh two, three liters. Run full saline.
Jake: Somebody! This man needs help!
Ensign: Help me! Somebody help me! I've been hit. Took a disruptor blast real close.
Bolian: I need that blood plasma!
Bashir: Let's get you up on the table.
Kalandra: There's nothing we can do. He's too far gone.
Bashir: It doesn't look that bad.
Ensign: I was stepping over a Klingon. I thought he was dead. He got me right in the foot. You people better get out of here while you still can. The Klingons, there's no stopping them.
Bashir: This is a phaser burn.
Ensign: What are you talking about?
Bashir: Just sit tight. We'll get to you as soon as we can.
Ensign: It's not a phaser burn! It was a Klingon. You weren't there. You don't know what it's like. The Klingons had us pinned down. We were done for. We all knew it. Hendriks and Pajal, they got scared. They ran. They ran! Then Sully got hit in the leg and the medics pulled him off the line. And all I could think was, I wish I were him. And I took my phaser. Oh, God! What did I do to myself? What did I do?
Bolian: Find someplace else to stand.
Jake: No problem.
Jake: Triage, the sorting of the wounded, forces decisions that. I got to get a grip. Focus. Decisions that test what it means to be a doctor.
Kirby: Hey, you! Give me a hand. Come on! Come on! I've got to get some plasma for this guy. Keep an eye on him for me. I'll be right back. (The wounded man grabs Jake's shirt and tries to sit up. Now he's got blood on him.
Kirby: Wait, wait, wait. This way. Over there. Watch it! Watch it! Nice catch. Here you are, sir. A nice private room with a view. One, two, three.
Kirby: Well, you can count. You're hired. Let's get you dressed.
Bashir: I'd like to try an aortal graft.
Kalandra: All right. There's an extra surgical table in the back.
Jake: He's dead.
Kirby: Come on. Let's get him out of here.
Jake: One, two three.
Nurse: Party's over.
Kirby: So soon?
Bolian: And we were just starting to have fun.
Bashir: Since you two aren't busy, would you mind carrying me to the nearest replicator so that I can get something to eat?
Odo: You wanted to see me, Captain?
Sisko: Yes, I hear you took a little trip to the Infirmary.
Odo: I'll be fine. The only permanent damage was to my pride.
Sisko: What happened?
Odo: Quark wanted me to keep an eye on two Yridians who he suspected were cheating at dabo. Turned out he was right. I could see from the second level that one of them was using a miniature gravimetric scanner to predict where the ball would land on the wheel, and signaling the information to his partner.
Sisko: Ingenious. Go on.
Odo: I started down the stairs to make the arrest. One of them spotted me. They bolted, I pursued. I'm afraid I got a bit carried away.
Sisko: And jumped off the stairs.
Odo: I was planning to change form in mid-air and become a Tarkalean condor.
Sisko: That would have been impressive.
Odo: I thought so.
Sisko: It's an understandable mistake. You've been a changeling longer than you've been a solid.
Odo: Solid. I wonder why my people use that term. Humanoid bodies are so fragile.
Sisko: Yes, they are. And there are a lot of ways you can get hurt.
Odo: You're worried about Jake. I'm sure that Doctor Bashir is looking after him.
Sisko: It seems just yesterday he was five years old, clinging to me because he'd just scraped his knee and I was the only one in the world who could make it better. I remember sometimes getting up in the middle of the night and slipping into his room just to make sure he was all right, and I'd sit there and watch him sleep. And I'd think to myself that no matter what, I wasn't going to let anything bad happen to this child. Now he's a sector away in a war zone, and there's nothing I can do to protect him.
Odo: Try not to worry, Captain. It won't do you or Jake any good.
Sisko: Can't help it. It comes with the territory.
Odo: But Jake is eighteen years old. Does your father still worry about you?
Sisko: Oh, all the time.
Odo: Ah. I never realized how stressful it is to be a parent. I have to say, I don't think it's for me.
Sisko: That's your choice, but you don't know what you're missing.
Sisko: Yes?
Dax: We just got word. The Klingons have destroyed the Farragut near the Lembatta cluster.
Odo: What about Ajilon Prime? Without reinforcements
Sisko: Dax, you're with me. We'll leave as soon as the Defiant is ready.
Bashir: Here you go.
Jake: Thanks.
Bashir: How are you holding up?
Jake: Okay.
Bashir: You handled yourself well today. I'm impressed.
Jake: I'm starved.
Bashir: Think I'll start with a lateral incision across the thigh joint. Uh oh. Hang on. Out we go. Come on.
Nurse: First day?
Kirby: Yeah.
Bolian: Pass the salt.
Bashir: How do you feel?
Jake: Fresh air did me good. You remember that ensign, the one who shot himself?
Bashir: How could I forget?
Jake: What's going to happen to him?
Bashir: Oh, he'll probably be court-martialed.
Jake: He said that some of the people in his squad got scared and ran.
Bashir: It happens.
Jake: But they're Starfleet. They've passed psych-tests. They've spent hundreds of hours in battle simulations.
Bashir: Simulations can't prepare you for the real thing. Nothing can.
Jake: Some people say that you don't know what you're really made of until you've been in battle.
Bashir: Well let me tell you, Jake. There are plenty of situations in life which test a person's character. Thankfully, most of them don't involve death and destruction.
Kirby: Doctor Kalandra's looking for you. Something about that aortal graft you did.
Bashir: Oh, thanks. I'll see you later.
Kirby: I put your tray back in the replicator. I didn't know how long you'd be gone.
Jake: Me neither. I think I could handle some soup.
Bashir: How is he?
Kalandra: The graft's holding. Blood throughput is almost a hundred percent. Nice job.
Bashir: Thanks. You have a good team. My OR Nurse was sharp as they come.
Kalandra: We do the best we can, considering the circumstances. So, are things any better for us? Last I heard Starfleet had pulled out of the Arcanis sector.
Bashir: Well, the fleet's regrouping for a counterattack.
Kalandra: Do you have any idea what ships are involved? We don't get much news here. The Klingons have been jamming the subspace traffic.
Bashir: I think the Rutledge and the Tecumseh are heading things up.
Kalandra: The Tecumseh. My husband's the science officer.
Bashir: Well, believe me, Captain Raymond is one of the best there is. He saw the Tecumseh through the Cardassian wars. I don't think he's planning on losing her now.
Kalandra: No, I don't suppose he is.
Nurse: Doctor? They've prepped the spinal trauma. We're ready for you in surgery.
Kalandra: I'll be right there.
Bashir: They're keeping you busy.
Kalandra: Yes. It helps keep my mind off things.
Kirby: It's good to see you've got your appetite back.
Jake: I have a pretty strong stomach, most of the time.
Kirby: Don't worry about it. Same thing happened to me my first day. You know what I heard? That ship Starfleet sent, the Farragut? The Klingons intercepted it.
Jake: Starfleet'll send another one, won't they?
Kirby: It won't be here for days, and in the meantime we're looking at a ground war which is just what the Klingons want. According to a lieutenant I talked to, they've got so many transport scramblers online that we can't beam troops anywhere.
Jake: What about using hoppers?
Kirby: He says the Klingons have been shooting them out of the sky left and right. Unless something changes, he figures the Klingons'll take the settlement the day after tomorrow. Did you see all the bat'leth wounds today? Klingons get mad, they forget about their disruptors, go hand to hand. If you ask me, they're looking to get even for what happened on Ganalda Four.
Jake: What happened?
Kirby: They had to retreat. Klingons hate that.
Jake: At least we don't have to worry about them in here.
Kirby: Don't be so sure. Medical personnel are fair game as far as Klingons are concerned. They'll even kill wounded right in their beds. They think they're giving them an honorable death. So, how'd you wind up here?
Jake: I, er, I'm writing an article about Doctor Bashir.
Kirby: You're a journalist?
Jake: Not exactly.
Kirby: What does that mean?
Jake: I write stories mostly. You know, fiction.
Jake: I wonder if Kirby knew that the whole time we were talking, all I could think about was how close the Klingons were.
Jake: He didn't seem that worried. No one else seems to be losing sleep over it, so why is it the only thing I can think about? I've been on the station when it was under attack plenty of times, but somehow the danger never seemed as real as it does here. Maybe it's because I spent all day seeing firsthand what the Klingons are capable of, or maybe it's because for the first time in my life, my father's not here to protect me.
Nurse: What was that?
Bolian: The Klingons. They must've taken out the reactor.
Bashir: She's fibrillating!
Bolian: If we don't get power back soon, we'll lose half the ward.
Kirby: Kidney failure. He's going into renal shock.
Kalandra: I just talked to Resource. It's going to be at least three hours before we have power.
Jake: There must be some portable generators we could use.
Kalandra: They're using them to keep the shields up around the settlement.
Bashir: The runabout. There's a portable generator on the runabout.
Kalandra: Where is it?
Bashir: About a kilometer south of here. I'll need help carrying it though.
Kalandra: You won't be able to beam through the shields. You'll have to take the east tunnel.
Kirby: It lets out beyond the perimeter. I'll show you.
Bashir: We set down just over that ridge.
Jake: Yeah, it looks familiar.
Bashir: Get down!
Bashir: Stay close. And keep your head low.
Bashir: Whatever happens, one of us has to get that generator. Stick with me.
Bashir: Come on, Jake!
Bashir: Jake!
Burke: Medkit. Over there. Now.
Burke: Hypo. Sit me up. Do it. I'm not going to die with my face in the dirt. Okay.
Burke: How's your head?
Jake: Hurts.
Burke: You're lucky I didn't kill you. I thought you were a Klingon. Have you seen any?
Jake: What?
Burke: Klingons. Are there any patrols around? What about Starfleet?
Jake: No.
Burke: It's just you and me then. What are you doing out here? Why'd you leave the settlement?
Jake: I was outside when the shelling started. I guess I got lost looking for cover.
Burke: Lucky me. I could use the company. Here. Water.
Jake: What about you?
Burke: Go ahead.
Jake: Thanks.
Burke: Probably would've leaked out of me anyway. Don't let me fall over. I want to go out looking up at the sky, not at the ground.
Jake: Don't worry.
Burke: You didn't see a crashed hopper around here, did you?
Jake: No.
Burke: They made it!
Jake: Who?
Burke: My platoon. The Klingons had us pinned down. We couldn't beam out because they had a transport scrambler running. We called for a hopper. As soon as it set down, the Klingons came after us. CO ordered me and Brice to lay down cover so the squad could get up the ramp. By the time Brice got in, the Klingons were practically on top of us. The hopper was taking such a pounding, I didn't think it would make it off the ground.
Jake: You stayed behind on purpose, so they could get away.
Burke: The hypo, where is it?
Jake: It's empty.
Burke: Figures.
Jake: I'll get you out of here. I'll make a stretcher
Burke: With what?
Jake: Then I'll carry you.
Burke: Kid, you try carrying me, my guts are going to spill all over your shoes.
Jake: But I have to do something. I've got to try.
Burke: Forget it.
Jake: But I have to. That way this'll all make sense. Maybe I ran for a reason, so I could find you and save your life.
Burke: Ran?
Jake: From the explosions. We had to get to the runabout for the generator, and the shelling started and I couldn't see Doctor Bashir and the explosions, they kept getting closer. I had to get out of there, so I ran. I ran and I kept running until I found you.
Burke: The doctor. You left him.
Jake: It was a mistake.
Burke: That's what you call it.
Jake: I didn't mean for it to happen.
Burke: And now you think bringing me back is going to make everything all right. Sorry, kid. Life doesn't work like that.
Dax: Benjamin?
Sisko: I'll be right out.
Dax: What have you been doing in there for three hours?
Sisko: I was just tweaking the pattern buffers in the replicator systems.
Dax: Great. I always thought the coffee could be a little hotter.
Sisko: I'm just trying to keep busy.
Dax: Is it helping?
Sisko: No, not really.
Dax: I wish there was something I could do, some way I could promise you that everything is going to be okay.
Sisko: But you can't. No one can.
Dax: I know what it's like to worry about a child. Raifi put Tobin through hell. When Neema was six, she came down with Rugalan fever. Audrid spent two weeks in the hospital with her, never left her side. It was hundreds of years ago. I still remember how helpless I felt. I read her all seventeen volumes of Caster's Down the River Light, even though I knew she couldn't hear me. It made me feel like I was doing something, that we were still connected. It wasn't until much after that that I realized that I was doing it as much for me as I was doing it for her.
Sisko: Just to keep busy. So, how did it turn out with Neema?
Dax: She pulled through.
Sisko: Phew. I was hoping you were going to say that. Because if this story had an unhappy ending, I would have never forgiven you.
Dax: Of course, by the time she was twenty one, she wouldn't even speak to me.
Sisko: For how long?
Dax: About eight years.
Sisko: Do me a favor. Tell me about it some other time. Right now, all I care about is seeing Jake.
Dax: You will, tomorrow, when we get to Ajilon Prime. You know, Ben, coffee can never be too hot. Are you sure you got the replicator buffers synchronized?
Sisko: You want to check for yourself?
Dax: I think I will. Can I borrow your decoupler?
Sisko: Get your own. I have to check the sonic shower relays.
Dax: Good idea.
Kirby: How are you feeling? Jake! Jake, we thought you were
Jake: I'm okay.
Kirby: This is great. What happened?
Jake: I got knocked out when we were trying to get to the runabout. Did Doctor Bashir make it back all right?
Kirby: He's in IC for the night. He's got plasma burns on his arm and shoulder. I don't know how he managed, but he carried the generator back here by himself. We went looking for you right after the shelling stopped. There was hardly anything left of the runabout. The whole place was nothing but bomb craters and smoke. We had pretty much given up hope.
Jake: I must've wandered off in the wrong direction when I came to.
Kirby: You're lucky you didn't get picked up by the Klingons. Word is, they're massing to attack the compound. You want to see him?
Jake: I should let him rest.
Kirby: He's awake, I was just in there. Go ahead, he'll be glad to see you're okay.
Bashir: Jake! Oh, thank God. I thought you'd been killed. Once the shelling had stopped and I couldn't find you, I assumed the worst. I am so sorry.
Jake: It's all right.
Bashir: No. No, it isn't. I should never have brought you here in the first place. Now we're stuck here, the Klingons are massing to attack. What was I thinking!
Jake: Forget it, okay! What's done is done.
Jake: I couldn't stand hearing him apologize to me like that. Not after what I'd done to him.
Kirby: All right, you two. Visiting hours are over. Let me have a look at that.
Jake: I keep turning it over in my head. The shelling, losing sight of Bashir, running, and I keep trying to make sense of it all, to justify what I did. But when it comes down to it, there's only one explanation. I'm a coward. Part of me wishes Bashir had seen me run away and told everyone the truth. They deserve to know what I am. They should know they can't count on me. That if the Klingons attack, I'll run and hide just like I did before.
Jake: Doctor Kaladra asked me to give this to you.
Nurse: Oh, thanks Jake. Would you take this to the patient in G-four?
Jake: Sure.
Nurse: Thanks.
Jake: Here you go.
Ensign: Maybe I'll get a job as a cutter. Could be interesting work.
Jake: What's a cutter?
Ensign: You know, on a mining team. They're the ones who split the asteroids up with phasers so the excavators can get at what's inside. You've got to have good aim. No matter what else you can say about me, you can't say that I don't have good aim. If I hadn't hit my foot just right, I would've taken my whole leg off. It's funny. One minute your life's moving along just like you always thought it would, and the next you do something that changes everything, that makes you realize you're not who you thought you were. At the Academy, I did really well in the battle simulations. I never had any problems. But when you're out there and the live shells are detonating all around you, it's a whole different thing.
Jake: All you can think about is getting away from the explosions.
Ensign: Yeah. That's pretty much it. You know something? You're first person I've talked to since I got here who hasn't made me feel like I'm taking up valuable bed space. The way everyone looks at me. I can't stand it. After the court martial, I'm definitely signing up for the next mining expedition to the Gamma Quadrant.
Jake: Maybe there won't be a court martial.
Ensign: You're right. None of us may get out of here alive.
Jake: No, I mean Starfleet could decide to send you to counseling instead.
Ensign: I won't go. I don't deserve to be in Starfleet. Therapy won't change what I did. Nothing will. I just wish I'd aimed that phaser a little higher.
Nurse: I saw the report on Doctor Kalandra's desk. According to Resource, it's just a matter of time before the Klingons reach the compound.
Kirby: I guess that means I have to decide.
Nurse: Decide what?
Kirby: Whether I'd rather get hacked to bits or blasted by a disruptor.
Nurse: Disruptor, no doubt about it. Every molecule in your body vaporized in a flash. No time to feel pain.
Bolian: Don't be so sure about that. Some people think it's like being boiled alive.
Kirby: Decapitation has its virtues. Nice clean blow with a sharp bat'leth.
Bolian: The brain lives on for five, ten seconds at least. In theory, your headless corpse could be the last thing you see.
Nurse: You're so negative.
Bolian: I'm just telling you what I've heard.
Kirby: What do you think, Jake?
Jake: I think it's not funny.
Kirby: Of course not. There's nothing funny about having your throat slit
Jake: Cut it out!
Kirby: I was just kidding.
Jake: You think this is some joke. It's not. People are dying! It's all so stupid. This whole stupid war is such a waste. In ten years, no body's going to remember what anybody did here.
Bashir: Jake.
Jake: Maybe you saved a hopper full of people. Maybe you shot yourself in the foot. No one's going to remember!
Bashir: Jake! Let's take a walk.
Jake: I'm sorry.
Bashir: Look, I know you're scared. We all are.
Jake: No, it's not that. I
Bashir: What, Jake? What is it?
Jake: I just didn't think what they were saying was funny.
Bashir: Come on. That's not what set you off. Something's eating at you, I can see it.
Jake: I don't know what you're talking about.
Bashir: Ever since you came back you've been walking around looking miserable.
Jake: Leave me alone.
Bashir: Jake.
Jake: Leave me alone.
Bashir: All right, if that's what you want. But if you want to talk you know where to find me.
Nurse: What's going on?
Kirby: Are they inside the compound?
Kalandra: Everybody listen. Listen! We're evacuating. We're taking the patients out through the north tunnel to the surface. A hopper will take us down the peninsula to the base at Tananda Bay.
Kirby: That tunnel is almost two kilometers long. We have over seventy patients to move. Do you know how long that's going to take?
Kalandra: Resource is sending a security detail to defend the hospital and give us time to evacuate. We can do this.
Bashir: We have to keep calm. Focus on our jobs. Those people out there need us.
Kalandra: Yes. Let's move. Come on. Go.
Bolian: Give me a hand.
Kalandra: Keep moving.
Kirby: Two guards, is that it?
Bashir: The others are out defending the perimeter.
Kirby: Great, one's leaving.
Nurse: We're going someplace safe, all right?
Male Guard: They're coming! Let's go. Move. Move!
Female Guard: Come on, let's go! Let's go.
Kirby: Anyone left back there?
Jake: No.
Kirby: Go! Go!
Female Guard: Get down!
Bashir: Jake, looks who's here.
Jake: Dad?
Sisko: Don't move, let Doctor Bashir check for injuries.
Jake: What happened?
Bashir: I came back for you when I realized you weren't on the hopper.
Sisko: The cease fire has been reinstated. The Klingons are pulling out. It's over.
Bashir: The timing could have been a little better, but he seems to be all right.
Sisko: Sealing the entrance way was a risky thing to do. You nearly brought the whole ceiling down on yourself.
Bashir: We never would have got these patients out alive if you hadn't done it. You're a hero.
Jake: More than anything, I wanted to believe what he was saying. But the truth is, I was just as scared in the hospital as I'd been when we went for the generator.
Jake: So scared, that all I could think about was doing whatever it took to stay alive. Once it meant running away, and once it meant picking up a phaser.
Jake: The battle of Ajilon Prime will probably be remembered as a pointless skirmish, but I'll always remember it as something more. As the place I learned that the line between courage and cowardice is a lot thinner than most people believe.
Jake: I wasn't sure whether to show it to you or not.
Sisko: Anyone who's been in battle would recognize himself in this, but most of us wouldn't care to admit it. It takes courage to look inside yourself and even more courage to write it for other people to see. I'm proud of you, son.


Quark: Welcome, welcome, welcome.
Dax: It's a little quiet in here.
Quark: Oh, you just beat the rush. Let me get your order before, er, before I get swamped.
Dax: I'll have a Til'amin froth.
Kira: And I'll have a
Worf: What was that?
Quark: What was what? Oh, that? It's just my nephew and Chief O'Brien repairing some conduit. You'll get used to it.
Worf: The Klingon restaurant?
Dax: It would be quieter.
Quark: When are you two going to be done in there?
Nog: When the conduit is repaired and brought back up to safety specs.
Quark: Well, hurry up, before I lose all my customers.
Nog: I need to get something.
Quark: What?
Nog: Two root beers?
O'Brien: Hyper spanner.
O'Brien: Optronic coupler.
O'Brien: How did you know I was going to ask for a phase decompiler?
Nog: I was paying attention, sir.
O'Brien: That you were, Cadet.
Nog: My father says that I can learn a lot from you. He says you can fix anything.
O'Brien: I'm an Engineer. That's what we do. There. Good as new.
Nog: Amazing.
O'Brien: Damn!
O'Brien: We repaired the leak right away. The problem is worse than I thought. The entire plasma distribution manifold is shot.
Sisko: Can you replicate a new one?
O'Brien: No. Cardassian manifolds use a beta-matrix compositor which can't be replicated.
Odo: I suppose we could contact Gul Dukat and ask if he has any spare manifold systems lying around.
Sisko: I'm sure he'd jump at the chance to help us. Any other ideas?
O'Brien: We could send a salvage team to the abandoned Cardassian station in the Trivas System.
Sisko: Empok Nor?
O'Brien: It's the same design as this station. The Cardassians pulled out about a year ago, but there's a good chance that the plasma manifold system is still operational.
Sisko: What about Dominion activity in the area?
O'Brien: There hasn't been any for several months. Strategically, they seem to have lost interest in that sector.
Odo: But there is one problem. It's standard Cardassian procedure to booby-trap a facility before abandoning it, and a lot of the surprises they leave behind are specifically keyed to attack non-Cardassians.
Sisko: Sounds like you should take a Cardassian along.
O'Brien: So what did Captain Sisko do to persuade you to come along?
Garak: How do you know I didn't volunteer?
O'Brien: He threatened you, didn't he?
Garak: Nothing so coarse. The Captain bribed me. He offered to help me procure a larger space for my workshop. The latest dressmaking equipment is surprisingly bulky.
O'Brien: Well, whatever he did, I'm glad you're here. What's the matter?
Garak: It's just that lately I've noticed that everyone seems to trust me. It's quite unnerving. I'm still trying to get used to it. Next thing I know, people are going to be inviting me to their homes for dinner.
O'Brien: Well, if it makes you feel any better, I promise I will never have you over.
Garak: I appreciate that, Chief.
O'Brien: Don't mention it. Anything to return the favor. Disarming Cardassian booby traps is my least favorite kind of engineering.
Garak: I can certainly understand that, but don't worry. I have some experience in that area.
Boq'Ta: Booby-traps? I can't believe I let you talk me into volunteering for this.
Pechetti: Well, it beats working on the waste extraction system. Besides, how often does an engineer get to wear a phaser?
Stolzoff: Hate to disappoint you, Pechetti. But the only thing you'll be using that for is shooting voles. Empok Nor's been abandoned so long, they're going to be hungry.
Amaro: Don't worry, you play with your wrenches, we'll watch your back.
Amaro: Can I help you, Cadet?
Nog: I'm reporting for duty, sir.
O'Brien: Welcome aboard, Cadet.
Nog: Thank you, sir. And may I say it's a privilege to be here, sir.
O'Brien: You've earned it. But one more sir and I'll leave you behind.
Nog: Very well, s. Chief.
O'Brien: Let's get going. Next stop, Empok Nor.
Garak: What are you doing?
Nog: Regrouping.
Garak: But you're losing.
Nog: That's why I have to protect my assets.
Garak: This is not a financial transaction. Protecting your assets is what got you into trouble in the first place. You have to go on the offensive. You have to attack.
Nog: Your move.
Garak: This is maddening. Asking a Ferengi to play a Cardassian game is like asking a Klingon to chew with his mouth closed. Kotra is not about regrouping or hoarding assets. It's about bold strategy and decisive action. Chief, would you like to take on the winner? I'd love to play Kotra against the hero of Setlik Three.
O'Brien: What is that supposed to mean?
Garak: Oh, we all know your distinguished war record. How you led two dozen men against the Barrica encampment and took out an entire regiment of Cardassians. If you play Kotra with half that brazenness, we'd have quite a match.
O'Brien: I'm not a soldier anymore. I'm an engineer.
Garak: I see. So when you and Doctor Bashir go into the holosuites for hours at a time you're just repairing them?
O'Brien: What's your point, Garak?
Garak: I'm just curious. Why do you and Doctor Bashir spend hours in the holosuites dressed as fighter pilots, reliving ancient battles?
O'Brien: We do it for fun. It's a game.
Garak: So is Kotra. And I'd love nothing more than to play against a man like you.
O'Brien: Maybe some other time.
Pechetti: Chief, here's the wish list you wanted. Three categories. Must Have, which includes the manifolds and the plasma recoilers. Could Use, things like EPS matrix converters and Would be Nice. Bypass displacers, polarity maximizers, that sort of thing.
O'Brien: Cardassian emblems and insignias?
Pechetti: A low priority, but if we happen to find some.
O'Brien: This is a salvage operation, Pechetti, not an opportunity to indulge your collecting obsession.
Pechetti: Right.
Nog: Approaching Empok Nor, sir.
O'Brien: Take us out of warp. Run a full scan. I'll take the helm.
Nog: The station's main power supply and life support systems are offline. No lifesigns.
O'Brien: I'll take us into transporter range.
Garak: Oh, I don't think we can risk beaming aboard. There are probably pattern scramblers rigged to go off if they detect a non-Cardassian transporter signal.
O'Brien: That could be messy. We'll have to dock. Landing pads are sealed. We'll have to try an upper pylon.
Nog: Won't the airlock have booby-traps?
Garak: You can count on it. And someone's going to have to disarm them before we dock.
Nog: I volunteer, sir.
Garak: The scanner in the airlock might mistake your enthusiasm as Cardassian, but not your DNA. No, I'm afraid I'm the only one who as a chance of getting through.
Garak: Ah. Welcome to Empok Nor.
O'Brien: Thanks for having us.
Garak: Take whatever you need. My house is your house.
O'Brien: All right, listen up. We're going to break up into three teams. Nog and Stolzoff, you're with me. We're going to do the Must Haves. Pechetti and Amaro, you'll do Could Use. Boq'ta and Garak, Would Be Nice.
O'Brien: Garak has disabled the central security net, but there could be booby-traps anywhere. Don't move into an area until you've scanned it. If you see something that isn't right, don't touch it. Call for help. All right, let's go.
Boq'Ta: It's a biogenic compound.
Garak: I wonder where it came from. Follow me.
Boq'Ta: These look like stasis tubes.
Boq'Ta: Cardassian. He's been dead for about a year. Hey, look at this.
Garak: Interesting.
Boq'Ta: A regimental badge.
Garak: Third Battalion, First Order, if I'm not mistaken.
Boq'Ta: This is going to make Pechetti's day.
Garak: Both these tubes have been activated recently.
O'Brien: Coil spanner. Flux-coupler.
Nog: Uh-oh.
O'Brien: Flux-coupler!
Nog: I left it on the runabout. I'll go get it right away, sir. I mean, Chief.
Garak: Garak to O'Brien.
O'Brien: Go ahead.
Garak: Could you come down to the Infirmary? There's something you should see.
O'Brien: On my way.
Nog: That's not right.
O'Brien: A runabout doesn't disengage from its docking clamps and blow up all on its own.
Garak: Which leads me to believe that the former occupants of these chambers are up and about.
Pechetti: If you're telling me that there are two Cardassian soldiers from the Third Battalion loose on this station, we're in trouble. Death to All. That was their motto.
Garak: Three simple words, and they certainly sum up their credo nicely.
Nog: Why would the Cardassians abandon the station and leave behind a few soldiers in stasis tubes?
Stolzoff: Why do you think? To guard it. The tubes were probably rigged to wake them up as soon as someone came aboard.
O'Brien: That's possible, but one thing's for sure. They're out there somewhere, and considering what they did to the runabout, I don't think they're too friendly.
Stolzoff: Maybe they're upset because we haven't introduced ourselves.
Amaro: We should find them, say hello. This thing's not working.
O'Brien: Neither's mine. They must've set up a dampening field.
Boq'Ta: We've got to get out of here. Let's call for help.
Pechetti: How? The station's subspace transceiver was ripped out when the Cardassians evacuated.
Amaro: Well, we could always try sending smoke signals.
O'Brien: That's not a bad idea. The deflector grid is still relatively intact. If we could modify the field coils to emit a series of covariant pulses.
Pechetti: We could use the station like an old-fashioned telegraph and tap out an SOS.
O'Brien: For the pulses to be strong enough to reach Deep Space Nine, we'd have to boost power to the induction grid. Pechetti, you go down to the Habitat ring and bring the microfusion reactor back online. Stolzoff, you go with him. Boq'ta, realign the magnetic flow field in conduit G-four. Amaro will watch your back. Nog and Garak, you're with me. We'll set up the signal generator in cargo bay four.
Nog: Aye, Chief.
O'Brien: Use your communicators as little as possible. We don't want to give away our positions. Any questions? Let's go.
Garak: I'm not convinced Stolzoff was right about our Cardassian friends. Why would anyone voluntarily seal themselves into a stasis tube, perhaps for years, just to guard an abandoned station? Even the Third Battalion isn't that fanatical. Something else is going on.
O'Brien: Maybe so, but I don't intend to be here long enough to find out what it is.
Garak: That's the trouble with humans. You don't know how to appreciate a good mystery.
O'Brien: I love a good mystery, the kind I can read in bed, not the kind that's trying to kill me.
Garak: Don't get me wrong, Chief. I want to get off this station as much as you do, but I just know if I don't figure this out it's going to nag at me for days.
O'Brien: Right now, let's concentrate on finishing this signal modulator so we can get out of here. You have the whole trip home to sort out the mystery. Nog? I need your help with the phase diskriminator.
Nog: On my way, Chief.
Pechetti: Do you mind not aiming that at me?
Stolzoff: Don't worry, the safety's on.
Stolzoff: Tell me you did that.
Stolzoff: On three. One, two three.
Pechetti: Maybe I did activate the turbolift without realizing it.
Stolzoff: I'm going up.
Pechetti: Okay.
Stolzoff: Pechetti! Stolzoff to O'Brien. A Cardassian
O'Brien: Stolzoff? Stolzoff!
Boq'Ta: The Cardassians must've surprised them. They're probably using the internal sensors to track us.
O'Brien: Take it easy. We're going to get out of here, you can count on that. But we've got to stay focused. It looks like Pechetti was almost done getting the microfusion reactor back online. I'll finish that and then I'll go back down to the cargo bay. How are you doing with the conduits?
Boq'Ta: I'm done.
O'Brien: Good. You and Amaro get down to auxiliary control and reconfigure the pulse generator.
Boq'Ta: We're going to split up?
O'Brien: We have to. If we don't send out a signal, we're never going to get off this station.
Boq'Ta: But Chief, what if we can't
O'Brien: I need you, Boq'ta. You can do this.
Amaro: Don't worry. I'll watch your back.
Boq'Ta: Stolzoff was supposed to be watching Pechetti's back. Look what happened to them.
O'Brien: What if I send Garak with you too? Would that make you feel better?
Garak: I'm flattered, but I'm afraid I have other plans.
O'Brien: What are you talking about?
Garak: I don't intend to stand around waiting to be killed.
O'Brien: Meaning what?
Garak: Meaning, I'm going after those two Cardassian soldiers and neutralize them. Besides, all this whining is giving me a headache.
Amaro: You're going to have more than a headache if you don't do what the Chief wants.
O'Brien: Amaro.
Garak: You'd like to shoot me, wouldn't you? You're dying to kill a Cardassian. Any Cardassian.
O'Brien: Let him go. If he thinks he can neutralize the Cardassians, let him try. He'll be doing us all a favor.
Garak: That's the spirit. Why don't you come with me, Chief? Kill a few Cardies. It'd be like old times. Wouldn't you like to avenge their deaths?
O'Brien: No. I just want to get everyone home.
Garak: You're fighting your instincts, I can see it. But the hero of Setlik Three is still inside there somewhere.
O'Brien: If you're going to go, go. Nog, you go with Boq'ta and Amaro.
Nog: Aye, sir.
Boq'Ta: It's all right, Chief. He can stay with you. For some reason, knowing Garak's going after those Cardassians makes me feel better.
Garak: Access denied. Access denied. Don't you know how to say anything else? Apparently not.
Garak: Access denied.
Garak: Access denied. Access denied. Access denied. How monotonous.
Garak: Looking for me?
Garak: That felt good.
Nog: Chief, why does Garak keep bringing up Setlik Three?
O'Brien: Because he wants to get under my skin.
Nog: But you were a hero, weren't you?
O'Brien: That doesn't mean I like thinking about what happened then. I was a soldier, Nog. Sometimes soldiers have to kill.
Garak: Come now, Chief, don't be so modest. You did a lot of killing.
Nog: How'd you get in here? Both doors are secure.
Garak: Secure is such a relative term, wouldn't you agree? I've brought you something, if you don't mind.
Garak: I'm sure Pechetti would have appreciated it more, but
O'Brien: Where did you get this?
Garak: From its former owner.
Nog: You killed one of the soldiers?
Garak: One down, one to go. By the way, I took a tissue sample from the soldier's body. The analysis was rather fascinating, in a grim sort of way. It seems the unfortunate soul had been given a massive dose of psychotropic drugs.
O'Brien: Why?
Garak: I'm not sure, but I can tell you one thing. It wasn't to make him amicable. The drug's protein structure seems designed to amplify my people's xenophobic tendencies. My guess is that the soldiers that were left here were part of a Cardassian military experiment. The High Command was probably looking for a way to further motivate their troops.
O'Brien: So they gave them a drug to make them hate anybody but Cardassians?
Nog: Then why did they attack you?
Garak: That's a good question.
O'Brien: Maybe it's an experiment that went wrong. That's why they were left in stasis. They were uncontrollable.
Garak: I'd love to stay and hypothesize all afternoon, but once I've set my mind to a task, I hate to leave it unfinished. What is it, Chief?
O'Brien: You look different.
Garak: How so?
O'Brien: That's not the face of a tailor.
Garak: I'm not a tailor. Not for the moment, anyway.
Boq'Ta: You know, I once bought a suit from Garak. Turns out the sleeve was a little long. I remember being angry when I brought it in to be fixed.
Amaro: Is there a point to this story?
Boq'Ta: If I had known he was so dangerous, I never would've complained. You think he'll get the other Cardassian?
Amaro: I hope not. I want to get him myself.
Boq'Ta: I don't blame you.
Amaro: Stolzoff was my friend. We were at the Academy together.
Amaro: She was my sparring partner. The first time we faced off I remember thinking I ought to take it easy on her. She ended up taking me down so hard it knocked the wind out of me. That was the last time I ever pulled a punch with her. She had this one two combination, a feint to the right and a chop to the neck, faked me out every time. If that spoonhead gives me the chance, I'll just try it out on him. I think Stolzoff would have liked that.
Boq'Ta: I can't get this loose. Give me the coil spanner, would you?
Amaro: What does it look like?
Boq'Ta: It's got two pointy things on the end.
Amaro: He asked me to get a coil spanner for him. I just turned my back for a second.
Garak: That's a shame. And the worst part of it is, this isn't a coil spanner.
Garak: It's a flux coupler.
O'Brien: That should do it. O'Brien to Boq'ta. Boq'ta, come in. Amaro, what's going on up there?
Amaro: He's out there.
O'Brien: Easy now. Easy. Who's out there?
Amaro: Garak. He stabbed me.
Nog: Chief, why would Garak do this?
O'Brien: Come on. He may still be close by.
Nog: It doesn't make any sense. Garak's on our side.
O'Brien: Not anymore. The psychotropic drug. He must've been exposed to it. It's the only explanation. I should've seen it earlier. The way he accused Amaro of wanting to kill him. The way he insisted on going after those Cardassians.
Nog: He's coming after us, isn't he?
O'Brien: Yes.
Nog: Maybe we can reason with him. Get him to try to understand that the drug is affecting him.
O'Brien: You saw what he did to Amaro and the others. He's not going to listen to us.
Nog: Then we have to finish setting up the deflector grid. We've got to get a distress signal out.
O'Brien: Garak knows what we've been trying to do. He'll stop us.
Nog: Don't we have to try?
O'Brien: Forget it! I've already lost four crewmen trying to send out that bloody signal. Garak was right. We should've gone after those Cardassians as soon as they attacked us. You don't wait for the enemy to come to you, you go to him. Come on. We're going after Garak.
Nog: You mean, to kill him?
O'Brien: If that's what it takes to stop him, yes.
Garak: I know you're hiding somewhere. Ah, there you are.
Garak: Garak to Chief O'Brien. You'll never guess what I found. A kotra board. The Station Commander left one in his office.
Garak: The pieces were scattered all over but I found the last one hiding under his desk.
Garak: I can't help thinking what a perfect metaphor this game is for our present situation. Two players, two minds, two strategies.
Garak: Each trying to outmaneuver the other, testing the enemy's defenses. Advancing, retreating.
O'Brien: We split up. Enter Ops through the main corridor. I'll go through the Captain's office. Wait for my signal.
Garak: The only difference is, in the game we're playing
Garak: The stakes are life and death, which makes it so much more interesting.
Garak: I haven't had this much fun in years. My heart's pounding.
Garak: The blood's racing through my veins. I feel so alive. And I'd wager so you do.
Garak: It looks like I've captured your last piece, Chief. If you want it back, you're going to have to take it from me.
Garak: It's your move, Chief. What are you going to do? Attack? Retreat? Surrender?
O'Brien: Listen to me, Garak. It's the drug. It's affecting you. You've got to fight it.
Garak: Fight it? But I'm enjoying myself. This is the most exciting game I've played in years.
O'Brien: It's not a game!
Garak: Oh, but it is. And the best thing about it is that it brings out the player's true nature.
O'Brien: Where are you, Garak?
Garak: I saw the look in your eyes when I took the Ferengi away from you. You wanted to kill me.
Garak: You wanted to strangle me with your bare hands.
O'Brien: I just want my crewman back, that's all.
Garak: You're a killer. Admit it.
Garak: We both are. Behind your Federation mask of decency and benevolence, you're a predator
Garak: Just like me.
O'Brien: No, I'm nothing like you.
Garak: Oh, but you are. You proved that on Setlik Three. How many Cardassians did you kill? Ten? Twenty?
Garak: A hundred?
O'Brien: I don't remember.
Garak: Oh, but you remember how you felt.
Garak: The Cardassians were killing your men. You had to stop them. You had to make them pay. Blood for blood. You enjoyed killing them, didn't you. You enjoyed watching the life drain from their eyes.
O'Brien: All right, Garak, you want to finish this game? Fine. Let's finish it.
O'Brien: You and me. Face to face.
Garak: Nothing would give me greater pleasure. We'll meet on the Promenade.
O'Brien: No weapons.
Garak: No weapons.
Garak: You have no idea how hard it is to keep from pulling this trigger. But I need you alive.
Garak: They've come to cheer you on, Chief. Your loyal team. Apparently they've forgiven you for getting them all killed.
Garak: My supporters may be fewer in number, but they're no less loyal. I thought we agreed no weapons.
O'Brien: What's that in your hand?
Garak: Well, how did this get here? But we won't be needing these, will we. Put yours down.
O'Brien: You first.
Garak: Put it down, or say goodbye to the Ferengi.
Nog: Don't do it, Chief.
Garak: He has nothing to worry about. I'm not going to shoot an unarmed man. What fun would that be?
Garak: You wouldn't happen to have another one, would you?
Garak: Naughty, naughty.
O'Brien: Your turn.
Garak: I admit I'm tempted to end this right now, But that would be depriving myself of too much enjoyment.
Garak: I'm disappointed, Chief. I expected to see the bloodlust in your eyes but all I see is fear.
Garak: Maybe it's true. Maybe you're not a soldier anymore.
O'Brien: You're right. I'm an engineer.
O'Brien: Are you okay, Nog?
Nog: I'm all right, sir.
Nog: Is he dead? Did you kill him?
O'Brien: No. I didn't.
Bashir: He should be all right in a few days. I've neutralized the psychotropic compound that was affecting his nervous system.
O'Brien: He looks so peaceful. It's hard to believe he's the same man who attacked us.
Bashir: In a way, he's not. The drug brought out the worst parts of him and allowed them to take over. He wasn't in control of his actions.
O'Brien: Can I talk to him?
Bashir: For a minute.
O'Brien: I thought you might want to know that we salvaged the plasma manifold. It's being installled right now.
Garak: Mission accomplished.
O'Brien: I guess it didn't exactly go the way any of us expected. You know there's going to be an inquest.
Garak: Yes, I've been told that. Chief, I was hoping to ask a favor.
O'Brien: Don't worry. Once they know the facts
Garak: It's not about that. I'd like you to express my deepest regrets to Amaro's wife. I'd talk to her myself, but I'm not sure she'd welcome that.
O'Brien: I'll tell her.
Garak: I'd appreciate it.
O'Brien: Julian tells me the blast broke a couple of your ribs.
Garak: Well, it could have been worse. If I'd been any closer to that phaser, it would have killed me.
O'Brien: Don't take this the wrong way, but that was the plan.
Garak: I understand.
O'Brien: I'll see you around.