O'Brien: Basically we stumbled onto it by accident. At Chin'toka, our entire fleet was disabled when the Breen engaged their energy dampening weapon. Three hundred and eleven ships, Federation, Romulan, and Klingon, all lost power.
Sisko: But one didn't. A Bird of Prey called the Ki'tang.
Ross: Why? What was different about the Ki'tang?
O'Brien: We're not really sure. The only thing we can figure is that just prior to the engagement, their Chief Engineer adjusted the tritium intermix to compensate for a containment problem in the warp core.
Martok: I've ordered every ship in the Klingon fleet to adjust its reactor the same way.
Romulan: Our vessels are of a different design. Can this technique be adapted to protect them as well?
Sisko: Unfortunately, no. Your ships are still vulnerable, and so are ours.
O'Brien: I've sent everything we know about the Breen weapon to the Romulan Ministry of Science and to Starfleet Engineering, but realistically, it's going take be a while before they can figure out a way to protect our ships.
Sisko: Thank you, Mister O'Brien.
Ross: Well, gentlemen, it seems as if the Klingon fleet is the only thing that stands between us and the Dominion.
Romulan: What have we come to?
Martok: By tomorrow, we'll have fifteen hundred Klingon vessels ready for deployment.
Romulan: With the Breen, the Cardassians and the Jem'Hadar, you're still outnumbered twenty to one.
Martok: I am aware of that, General.
Sisko: Obviously the Klingons can't go head to head with the Dominion, but they may be able to keep them distracted.
Martok: We'll operate in small battle groups, going in under cloak, engaging the enemy, and trying to provoke them into pursuit.
Sisko: With any luck, they'll be able to keep the Dominion off balance and prevent them from launching an offensive.
Romulan: For how long? They can't keep them at bay forever.
Sisko: No, they can't. But fortunately we're not the only ones the Dominion has to contend with right now.
Ross: Damar's resistance movement.
Romulan: What's left of them. Half his troops were killed in their assault on Rondac.
Sisko: They may have failed to capture Rondac, but their attack sent a message to the Cardassian people. If the rebels can show them that they have a chance of succeeding, their support will grow.
Romulan: Does the rebellion have a chance of succeeding?
Sisko: Yes, but they have to adjust their tactics. Concentrate on small scale hit and run attacks, sabotaging key facilities.
Ross: Damar's a by the book soldier. Does he have any experience waging this kind of campaign?
Sisko: No, he doesn't. Which is why we have to send him someone who does.
Kira: You want me to go behind enemy lines and teach a bunch of Cardassians how to be resistance fighters?
Sisko: I'm aware of the irony. But the tactics you used to drive the Cardassians off Bajor are exactly what the situation calls for.
Kira: But to work with Damar? When he killed Ziyal, he murdered an innocent girl that I considered a part of my family.
Sisko: You're going to have to put your personal feelings aside. Whether you like Damar or not is irrelevant. We need him. The Dominion knows they have to stop his rebellion before it spreads, and it's up to you to see that they don't. It's as simple as that.
Kira: Yes, sir. I understand that Damar and his men went into hiding after the attack on Rondac. Any idea how to locate them?
Sisko: I suggest you talk to Mister Garak about that.
Kira: Garak?
Sisko: He still has contacts on Cardassia. If I were you, I'd ask him to join your team. He could be useful.
Kira: Damar and Garak. It should be an interesting mission.
Bashir: It's very difficult to keep a supply of synthetic organs on hand in a battlefield situation. You never know how many livers you're going to need, or how many hearts.
Odo: I can imagine. But what does that have to do with me?
Bashir: Well, the Holy Grail of organ replacement is to be able to find a way to inject the patient with undifferentiated tissue so that can become whatever organ is needed. The only problem is
Odo: Doctor, get to the point.
Bashir: I need to borrow a cup of goo.
Odo: Excuse me?
Bashir: Please? I'll give it back. You see, I need to study your morphogenic matrix so that I can synthesize organic tissue that can change form the way your cells do.
Odo: To use for organ replacement.
Bashir: Exactly.
Odo: Can't you just scan me or something?
Bashir: I need a sample. It's for a good cause.
Odo: All right, Doctor.
Bashir: Just a tad more. Thank you.
Odo: I'm going to want that back as soon as Kira and I return from our mission.
Bashir: Oh, you're going with her?
Odo: She thought I might be useful.
Bashir: When do you leave?
Odo: As soon as Garak can locate Damar.
Winn: I'm very concerned. It's not like Solbor to disappear this way. Please do whatever it takes to find him.
Security: Yes, Eminence.
Dukat: Well done. I almost believed you myself.
Winn: How like a Cardassian to find amusement in an old man's death. You don't know how much I regret having to kill him.
Dukat: He was going to expose us. No one can be allowed to stand in our way.
Winn: Remember your place, Dukat.
Dukat: I thought my place was in your bed.
Winn: That was before I knew who you were.
Dukat: Adami, I'm not the same man I was during the occupation. The Pah wraiths have changed me.
Winn: But they can't change what you did. Do you really think I could let myself be touched by a man whose hands are stained with the blood of my people?
Dukat: When we so release the Pah wraiths from the fire caves, your hands will be stained as well.
Winn: The Pah wraiths will spare those whom they find worthy. The rest are of no consequence.
Dukat: You've been studying that for days. Perhaps I could help?
Winn: The text of the Kosst Amojan is for my eyes alone.
Dukat: Well, have you learned what we have to do to release the Pah wraiths?
Winn: Only that it's not a simple matter. Leave me. I've had enough of your distractions.
Ross: When is Gowron's ship due to arrive?
Sisko: In the morning.
Ross: Martok seems a little nervous about the ceremony.
Sisko: Chancellor Gowron is traveling all the way from Kronos to induct him into the Order of Kahless. I'd be nervous, too.
Sisko: Come in.
Kira: Good news. Garak was able to contact Damar.
Garak: He's provided us with his location and has requested assistance as soon as possible.
Kira: So with your permission, I'd like to depart first thing tomorrow.
Sisko: By all means.
Garak: There is one other thing.
Sisko: Yes, Mister Garak?
Garak: Damar expressed concern when I told him that Colonel Kira would be leading this mission.
Kira: Well if he wants to defeat the Dominion he's going to have to put his personal feelings aside.
Garak: He's certainly willing to do that. He knows the value of your skills. Damar is concerned that his men will see your uniform as an affront. We Cardassians are a proud people. Losing Bajor to a ragtag band of terrorists, no offense, was a humiliation. Simply put, taking on a Bajoran officer as an advisor would undermine his authority.
Ross: I'm sorry, Colonel. We'll have to find someone else to head up the mission.
Sisko: No, sir. Colonel Kira is the best person for the job. There's another way around this problem.
Odo: I don't know.
Odo: Do you really think it'll make a difference to the Cardassians that you've been given a Starfleet commission? You're still a Bajoran.
Kira: A Bajoran with the authority to speak on behalf of the Federation.
Garak: You realize you're going to have to do something about your uniform as well?
Odo: I was afraid you were going to say that. Well?
Garak: It's a little drab.
Odo: This is how I appeared when I worked for the Cardassians.
Garak: Ah, well, it should put them at ease, anyway. I wonder if Doctor Bashir could help us with that nose of yours?
Kira: I'm only willing to go so far. Damar's men are just going to have to get used to the idea of having me around.
Garak: Oh, they'll tolerate you, to a point. If I were you, I'd watch my back. I'll see you in the morning.
Rusot: You see the problem.
Damar: Our food supplies are running low.
Rusot: We'll have to cut back on rations until we get hold of some food replicators.
Damar: When I spoke to Garak, I told him to bring some.
Rusot: Federation food replicators?
Damar: We're in no position to turn down help, no matter where it comes from.
Rusot: Taking help from the Federation is bad enough, but having to take it from that Bajoran terrorist.
Damar: Kira Nerys has certain skills she's willing to teach us. Skills we need if we're going to defeat the Dominion.
Rusot: I can't believe what I'm hearing. When we were stationed on Terok Nor, you used spent hours telling me how much you despised her.
Damar: I did hate her. But that's a luxury I can no longer afford and neither can you. I need your support in this, my friend.
Sisko: General, Mister Worf.
Sisko: Welcome to Deep Space Nine, Chancellor.
Gowron: It's been too long, Captain.
Sisko: You know Admiral Ross.
Ross: We met at Khitomer.
Gowron: Admiral, of course. Martok The man I came to honor! The son of Mogh.
Worf: Chancellor.
Gowron: They say you've made him part of your House.
Martok: It's true.
Gowron: Then what is past is past. If Martok considers you his brother, that's all I need to know. Come! I've brought a barrel of the finest bloodwine and it must be drunk tonight!
Martok: The vintage. Twenty three oh nine, I take it?
Sisko: I guess we're not invited.
Bashir: Anyway, I finally tracked her down to Quark's and I asked her flat out, 'Ezri, why are you avoiding me?' She was just about to answer when I got called away.
O'Brien: I haven't noticed her avoiding you. Are you sure you're not imagining things?
Bashir: Our paths haven't crossed in days.
O'Brien: Well, it's a big station. The truth is, you want to spend time with her, so it seems that she's never around.
Bashir: There's something going on, and I'm going to find out what it is when she gets here. I told her I'd like to discuss the results of her last medical exam.
O'Brien: Isn't that unethical, or something?
Bashir: Well.
O'Brien: Is that Odo?
Bashir: Part of him, anyway.
O'Brien: Oh, never mind. I don't want to know.
Bashir: Computer, begin a morphogenic enzyme analysis.
Ezri: Hi.
Bashir: Ezri.
O'Brien: Hi.
Ezri: You wanted to see me?
Bashir: Yes. Come on in.
O'Brien: It was good running into you. I haven't seen you in days.
Bashir: So.
Ezri: You said something about my test results?
Bashir: Of course. Here it is. You know, we never finished our conversation the other day.
Ezri: Our conversation?
Bashir: Yes, in Quark's. You were telling me why you were avoiding me.
Ezri: Well, I guess now is as good a time as any. Well, it goes back to when Worf and I were held prisoner by the Breen. We spent a lot of time together.
Bashir: Naturally.
Ezri: And you can imagine that it would bring up all sorts of old feelings.
Bashir: Sure.
Ezri: And, well, one thing led to another, and
Bashir: Ezri, you don't have to say any more.
Ezri: But I want to.
Bashir: No, really. I wish you both all the happiness in the world.
Ezri: Who?
Bashir: You and Worf.
Ezri: No, Julian, that's not
Bashir: Ezri, there's no need to explain.
Ezri: No, you don't understand. What I'm trying to tell you is that I'm in love with
Bashir: Oh, my God.
Ezri: What? Julian, what's wrong?
Bashir: I was running a scan on the sample you left when I noticed something unusual.
Odo: Unusual in what way?
Bashir: The disease that's killing your people. You're infected. My guess is you became infected the last time you Linked with the Female Shape shifter.
Kira: Are you sure about this? He doesn't have any symptoms.
Bashir: So far. But from what I can tell, the virus is replicating quickly and it may not be long before symptoms start to surface.
Kira: We have to get you back to the station.
Odo: No. We have a mission to accomplish. I intend to see it through.
Kira: Odo.
Bashir: It's all right. At this point there's not much I can do. But I feel confident that's going to change.
Odo: What do you mean?
Bashir: I'm running a series of tests on the sample that you left me, and I've ask Starfleet Medical to send the results from the tests they ran on you a few years ago. By comparing the results, I might be able to figure out how the virus works, and that may well lead to a cure.
Kira: Thank you, Julian.
Odo: We should be crossing into Dominion space in just a few minutes.
Garak: I'd better scan for enemy patrols.
Dukat: What have you been keeping from me, my sweet? What dark secrets?
Winn: Dukat?
Dukat: Adami, help me.
Winn: You fool!
Dukat: I can't see.
Winn: I warned you. The text of the Kosst Amojan is for my eyes alone.
Gowron: Today we honor our brother Martok in the manner Kahless taught us.
Martok: I accept this honor in the name of the House of Martok and I ask only to be allowed to continue to serve the Empire.
Klingons: Martok, Martok.
Sisko: We're next.
Klingons: Martok, Martok, Martok.
Ross: You're kidding.
Klingons: Martok, Martok.
Sisko: I wish I were.
Klingons: Martok, Martok.
Worf: You have done well.
Martok: Thank you for the help, my friend.
Ross: It still stings
Sisko: That's what the bloodwine's for. Congratulations, General.
Gowron: Martok! How does it feel to be the most famous warrior in the Empire?
Martok: I am grateful for the opportunity to serve.
Gowron: And you've served well. But you've borne the burden of this war for a long time.
Martok: I do it gladly. And I'll keep on fighting until the victory is ours.
Gowron: No, my friend. I can't ask you to carry this weight forever. It's time for me to take a more active role in this war. As of today, I'm assuming direct command of our forces.
Martok: Chancellor, I don't understand. Are you unsatisfied with the way I have performed my duties?
Gowron: Would I have given you the Star of Kahless if I was not satisfied? You should be happy you're a warrior again. No more meetings, no more reports to file. You'll be out there, savoring the heat of battle. I envy you. I intend to see an end to this war and soon. The Dominion will rue the day they heard my name!
Bashir: No, I don't want to talk to Lieutenant Douglas. I've already talked to Lieutenant Douglas. I need a copy of these test results. My patient's life is at stake.
Weldon: I wish I could help, but as I said, the files you requested are classified.
Bashir: Why would Odo's medical records be classified?
Weldon: They are. That's all I know.
Bashir: I want to talk to your supervising officer.
Weldon: You did. Lieutenant Douglas.
Bashir: Then I want to talk to her supervising officer, Ensign.
Weldon: I'll patch you through, but he's going to tell you the same thing.
Hilliard: Commander Hilliard here.
Bashir: Ah, Commander. I was hoping you could sort out this situation for me. I realize that the files I requested are classified, but given the circumstances, I was hoping you would be able to understand the need for some expediency.
Hilliard: Of course. You wouldn't mind answering a few questions?
Bashir: Of course not, if it's necessary.
Hilliard: Now you've requested Security Chief Odo's medical records from Stardate?
Bashir: Four nine four one nine, sir.
Hilliard: And you state that he has contracted the morphogenic virus that's infected the Founders.
Bashir: Correct.
Hilliard: How did he contract it?
Bashir: Presumably when he Linked with one of them, sir.
Hilliard: You're saying that he's been in contact with the enemy?
Bashir: Yes, but not recently. It happened over a year ago.
Hilliard: I assume that you've done your own scans of Odo over the years?
Bashir: Of course.
Hilliard: Then why do you need ours?
Bashir: To use as a point of comparison in hopes of finding a cure, sir.
Hilliard: A cure?
Bashir: That's right. Is there anything else, sir?
Hilliard: No. No, that pretty much covers it.
Bashir: Good. So when can I expect to receive a copy of these files?
Hilliard: I'm afraid those files are classified.
Bashir: But I thought you just asked me all these questions in order to clear me to receive them.
Hilliard: No, no, you misunderstood. I can't release those files to anyone that doesn't have Sigma Nine Clearance.
Bashir: Listen, I don't give a damn about Sigma Nine clearance! All I care about is finding a cure for this disease!
Hilliard: I fail to see why you're so determined to cure a disease that infects our enemy. We're at war, Doctor.
Bashir: The Founders have nothing to do with it. Odo's life is at stake.
Hilliard: Odo, who by your own admission has been known to consort with the enemy.
Bashir: Sir, you have to understand the circumstances.
Hilliard: I don't care about the circumstances. If you find a cure, there's a good chance it'll fall into Dominion hands. That's a risk that Starfleet Medical is not willing to take. Request for the files is denied. Now if I were you, I'd drop this matter, otherwise I'll have to refer it to Starfleet Security.
O'Brien: Sounds like a typical bureaucrat flexing his muscles.
Bashir: No, it was more than that. He practically accused me of being a traitor. He made it sound like I was in league with the Dominion just because I wanted to help Odo.
O'Brien: Maybe the attack on Starfleet Headquarters has him spooked. You know, guys like Hilliard are used to sitting behind their desks, not under them.
Bashir: If only I could get a hold of that file. Maybe the Captain could request it?
O'Brien: Does he have Sigma Nine clearance, whatever that is?
Bashir: For Odo's sake, we'd better hope so.
Damar: Welcome to the headquarters of the Cardassian Liberation Front. It's been a long time.
Kira: Yes, it has.
Rusot: Did you bring the supplies we requested?
Odo: Food replicators, weapons. I think you'll find everything you asked for.
Damar: Excellent. The Cardassian people won't forget the Federation's generosity.
Garak: How nice. And now that the formalities are over with, let's try to remember that our enemy is the Dominion, and not each other.
Rusot: I don't need to be reminded of who my enemies are.
Kira: A Resistance organization is structured into cells, autonomous groups of ten to twenty people. That way if anyone gets captured, their ability to compromise the organization is limited. They can't be forced to name names that they don't know.
Garak: The Obsidian Order worked the same way.
Kira: We have to decentralize your operation. Having all your men in one place is just too risky.
Rusot: If we scatter our resources, we won't be able to defend ourselves against a Dominion assault.
Kira: And if you stay in one place, they can wipe out your entire Resistance movement in one attack. Smaller groups are safer. They're harder to track down.
Damar: I'll have my men investigate possible locations for other bases.
Kira: Good. Now, Odo and Garak have been looking over your intelligence reports and they came up with a list of vulnerable facilities for us to target.
Odo: The weapons depot on Adarak Prime is protected by only a single garrison and there's a weakness in their perimeter defenses. A small group could infiltrate the compound and
Rusot: Adarak Prime is defended by a Cardassian garrison.
Odo: That's correct.
Seskal: You expect us to attack our own people?
Kira: If necessary, yes.
Rusot: That's out of the question.
Damar: I agree. We'll limit ourselves to targets defended by the Jem'Hadar and the Breen.
Kira: Believe me, I understand how you feel. During the occupation, I didn't want to attack any facility that had a Bajoran working in it. But I did it. Because they were collaborators. They were working with the enemy.
Rusot: We're not Bajorans. We don't kill our own.
Kira: Well then you might as well just give up right now. Because the minute that the Dominion realizes that you will not attack your own people, they will station a Cardassian at every base they have.
Odo: She's right. The Founders won't hesitate to play your own people against you.
Kira: Anyone who's not fighting with you, is fighting against you.
Damar: You were saying the Adarak perimeter defenses are vulnerable.
Rusot: Damar.
Damar: Not another word, Rusot. Continue.
Odo: We would need to disable the garrison's security protocols.
Garak: I believe that's where I step in.
Bashir: I'd loved to have seen Hilliard's face when he realized Captain Sisko had Sigma Nine clearance.
O'Brien: So, is the file worth all the trouble you had to go through?
Bashir: There's more data here than I expected. Starfleet Medical certainly were thorough.
O'Brien: By the way, what happened with you and Ezri?
Bashir: Don't ask.
O'Brien: Go on.
Bashir: Actually, she got involved with Worf.
O'Brien: What? She told you that?
Bashir: Well, not in so many words.
O'Brien: Julian, I had a drink with Worf the other day. He told me that he and Ezri were just friends. You must have misunderstood her.
Bashir: I suppose it's possible. I mean, she didn't exactly come out and say it.
O'Brien: Well did you at least find out why she's been avoiding you?
Bashir: No. That's odd.
O'Brien: What?
Bashir: The dispersal pattern in this resonance scan. I've seen it before.
O'Brien: What do you mean?
Bashir: When I first came to the station, I had to familiarize myself with Odo's physiology. Doctor Mora was kind enough to share his data with me. This looks like the scan he did when he first found Odo.
O'Brien: Are you sure? There's a lot of numbers there.
Bashir: I saw it with my own eyes not seven years ago.
O'Brien: You really are genetically enhanced, aren't you.
Bashir: According to the date, this scan was done when Odo was at Starfleet Medical.
O'Brien: Two different scans can't have exactly the same dispersal pattern?
Bashir: It's impossible. Someone took Mora's results and built up a phony medical workup around them. This isn't Odo's file. They sent a fake.
O'Brien: I can't believe Starfleet Medical would actually make up a fake file just to throw you off.
Bashir: You're right. It isn't something Starfleet Medical would do.
O'Brien: Are you thinking what I'm thinking?
Bashir: Section Thirty One.
O'Brien: An organization that's prepared to do whatever it takes to protect the Federation wouldn't even blink at doing something like this.
Bashir: They don't want me to find a cure. They're afraid the Founders will get hold of it.
O'Brien: And to keep that from happening, they're willing to let Odo die.
Martok: First he gives me a medal, then he takes over my command. It makes no sense.
Worf: Our people have come to see you as a savior of the Empire. That is something Gowron cannot tolerate. He wants to be its savior.
Martok: What's he afraid of? That I'm going to challenge his position? I have no interest in politics. I'm a soldier. By the hand of Kahless. I've earned my position. I've risen through the ranks, fought countless battles. What has he done? Schemed and plotted his way to power.
Worf: His military experience is limited. He is not half the tactician you are.
Martok: Many brave warriors have given their lives in this war. Whatever Gowron's motives are, it is our duty to help him defeat the Dominion. We owe it to our fallen comrades.
Worf: I am honored to be part of your House.
Martok: Well, I had better gather my things. This office belongs to Gowron now.
Odo: How's the food?
Kira: Replicated.
Seskal: Are you going to ask him or not?
Garak: I wouldn't recommend it.
Seskal: It's a legitimate question, Garak.
Garak: Maybe. I just don't think it's a proper subject for discussion, not if we're all supposed to be getting along.
Seskal: Well, if you won't ask him, I will. Odo, when you were the Head of Security on Terok Nor, what did you think was going to happen to the Bajoran prisoners you arrested?
Kira: You don't have to answer that.
Rusot: Why not? It's a legitimate question.
Kira: If you want to provoke an argument.
Garak: Just as I said.
Odo: I expected that my prisoners would be dealt with justly, but I soon came to realize that Cardassians had little interest in justice.
Seskal: Ah. Well then, why didn't you resign in protest?
Kira: What are you getting at?
Odo: Nerys, don't.
Rusot: I believe you've struck a nerve. Apparently, Commander Kira doesn't like to be reminded that her lover collaborated with her enemies.
Kira: Odo wasn't a collaborator.
Rusot: I suppose that depends on your definition of collaborator.
Odo: Nerys, it isn't worth it.
Garak: Odo's right, Commander.
Kira: I guess we have a difference of opinion.
Garak: You don't know how lucky you are.
Rusot: Oh? Why's that?
Garak: She would have killed you.
Rusot: I only wish she had tried.
Odo: I'm glad we're in agreement.
Kira: You want to knock over some supplies, be my guest.
Odo: You did the right thing, Nerys. The Dominion is our enemy, not Rusot.
Kira: I don't need you to remind me of that. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. It's just so hot in here.
Odo: Cardassians do love the heat.
Kira: I don't. I'm going to go see if I can find a cooling unit.
Odo: I'll come with you.
Kira: It's all right. I promise I won't hit anyone.
Odo: I'll hold you to that.
Kira: You're not going to believe this.
Odo: Believe what?
Kira: Damar actually had a cooling unit waiting for us. What's wrong?
Odo: Nothing. I was just worried that you might have had another run in with Rusot.
Kira: Don't worry. I'm going to keep a cool head. Assuming of course I can get this thing to work.
Dukat: Adami? Are you there?
Winn: I'm here. I spoke with the doctor. She said she can find nothing wrong with your eyes.
Dukat: Then she's incompetent! A Cardassian doctor would've cured me by now.
Winn: You still don't understand, do you? The Pah wraiths have taken your sight in punishment for your arrogance. Only they can give it back to you.
Dukat: I meant them no disrespect. I only wanted to study the book to see if I could help you learn how to release them.
Winn: You wanted to see if you could do it without me. Well, you can't.
Dukat: Pray with me, Adami. Help me earn the Pah wraiths' forgiveness.
Winn: I'm afraid you'll have to do that on your own. Door. Deputy Bodan will show you out.
Dukat: Show me out? I don't understand.
Winn: You need a lesson in humility. I'm going to see that you get it.
Dukat: By putting me out on the street?
Winn: You'll find the Bajoran people are very kind. A blind beggar will elicit their sympathies, I'm certain. And with any luck, you'll earn enough to eat and perhaps even enough for shelter each night.
Dukat: You're not serious.
Winn: You may return when you've proved yourself worthy and your sight has been restored. Bodan.
Dukat: Adami, listen. Adami! Adami listen to me, please! Adami!
Gowron: You see?
Gowron: Enter. Come in, come in. I've been studying the strategic situation. I want to share my thoughts with you.
Martok: Of course.
Gowron: Come. The Dominion is deploying their fleet in preparation for a final offensive. They're destroying our ships one by one.
Worf: We must hold the line until the Federation and Romulan fleets become operational again.
Gowron: No. Don't you see? That's exactly what the enemy is expecting. The time to act is now.
Martok: What are you proposing, Chancellor?
Gowron: We're going on the offensive. Starting tomorrow, I'm sending sorties deep into enemy territory to strike at the very heart of the Dominion!
Martok: But we are barely holding the line as it is.
Worf: We need every ship we have to defend the border.
Gowron: What's wrong with you two? Don't you understand? We must seize the day!
Martok: We are outnumbered twenty to one.
Gowron: What of it? The element of surprise will be on our side.
Martok: Chancellor, in my opinion
Gowron: Did I ask your opinion? Trust me, my friends. I can see it all so clearly. While our allies sit and do nothing, the Klingon Empire will score the final triumph over the Dominion. We'll be the saviors of the Alpha Quadrant. The glory will be ours and ours alone.
O'Brien: I don't know, Julian. If Section Thirty One is involved in this, maybe we should tell the Captain.
Bashir: We've been over this, Miles. If we tell him, he'll have to report it to Starfleet Command. Thirty One'll certainly get wind of it and once they realize we figured out the files are fake, they'll take steps to make sure we don't find a cure.
O'Brien: I see your point. What steps do you think they might take?
Bashir: Believe me, we don't want to find out.
Quark: Excuse me, gentlemen.
O'Brien: Is that coffee?
Quark: I figured you were probably working on a way to help Odo. I thought this is the least I could do.
Bashir: How did you know Odo was ill?
Quark: I hear things.
O'Brien: Yeah, well keep it under your hat, will you?
Quark: Why?
O'Brien: Just do it.
Quark: All right, all right. Do you still want the coffee?
O'Brien: Odo would be touched if he knew you were doing this.
Quark: You're not going to tell him, are you?
O'Brien: It'll be our little secret.
Quark: Good luck.
O'Brien: Here you go.
Bashir: Hang on, hang on, I'm just trying to figure out when Odo became infected. I analyzed the sample he left and mapped out the life cycle of the virus. I'm programming the computer to calculate just how long it took for the virus to achieve its present level of concentration.
O'Brien: That makes sense. According to that, he was infected over two years ago?
Bashir: More than that. I just don't understand. I assumed he became infected when he Linked with the female shape-shifter.
O'Brien: But if it happened that long ago, how come he hasn't shown any symptoms before?
Bashir: Good question. Got it. Stardate four nine four one nine.
O'Brien: Almost three years ago.
Bashir: Wait a minute. Four nine four one nine. That's the day that Odo was at Starfleet Medical.
O'Brien: You sure?
Bashir: Yes. My god. No wonder Hilliard wouldn't let me see the file. Section Thirty one must have created the virus, infected Odo, and then used him as a carrier.
O'Brien: So that when he Linked with another changeling, he'd pass it on, and eventually the entire race would be infected.
Bashir: Thirty one isn't just trying to stop us from finding a cure. They're trying to cover up the fact that they set out to commit genocide.
O'Brien: Well if they gave Odo this disease, then they must have a cure.
Bashir: We have to find a way to get our hands on that cure.
O'Brien: Before Thirty One gets their hands on us.


Kira: There. Right there. The explosion began at the intercooler matrix, and your men were supposed to plant the bomb here, at the secondary plasma relay.
Rusot: What difference does that make? The ship was destroyed.
Garak: The intercooler was the obvious choice for sabotage. Their security checks could have found the bomb and disarmed it before the ship left orbit.
Rusot: But they didn't find it.
Kira: That isn't the point. Your men ignored their instructions and their training.
Damar: Let us not lose sight of the fact that the mission was a success.
Kira: It was a success because the Jem'Hadar security slipped up and we got lucky. Don't use those men again for anything other than routine reconnaissance.
Rusot: They're five of my best men! Bronok is one of the most experienced
Garak: You've been told before. No names.
Kira: Every cell has to be insulated from the cell above and the cell below. If I know the names of your men and I am captured
Rusot: Yes. I've heard the lecture.
Kira: Well then, you shouldn't have to be reminded.
Damar: It's been a long day. Why don't we take a break.
Rusot: Good idea. The air in here is getting stale.
Kira: Are you going to do something about him?
Damar: I am. I'm giving him my support.
Kira: All right.
Garak: This does not bode well.
Kira: Odo.
Odo: The raid on the Tevak shipyard was successful. I penetrated the Operations Center, disabled the security protocols. The rest of the team sabotaged the dilithium storage bunkers. An hour after we left, the entire facility was vaporized.
Kira: You should get some rest
Odo: That sounds good to me.
Kira: Anyone in the bunkroom?
Garak: No.
Kira: Okay, it's all yours.
Odo: All right.
Kira: Odo. Good work.
Odo: Thank you.
Odo: It's just like you to come sneaking in here without warning.
Garak: My approach may have been quiet, but I assure you, I had no intention of sneaking up on you. My apologies. If I may ask?
Odo: Why have I deteriorated so rapidly? I've been assuming dozens of different forms over the past few weeks. Changing shape seems to accelerate the progress of the disease.
Garak: Perhaps you should stop.
Odo: And do what? Lie here waiting to die? I came to work and work is what I'm going to do.
Garak: I take it Commander Kira is unaware of your true condition?
Odo: That's right. And I prefer that it stays that way.
Garak: I won't breathe a word.
Odo: See that you don't. She has enough on her mind without worrying about me. And I don't want her
Garak: Pity?
Odo: Is there a reason you came in here?
Garak: We have need of a contact on Kelvas Five. I remember you telling me that you knew several
Odo: I may have a few names for you. I'll have to give it some thought.
Garak: Odo, I hope you know how much I
Odo: If I don't want pity from the woman I love, why would I want it from you?
O'Brien: Morning.
Bashir: What time is it?
O'Brien: Oh six thirty. Another all nighter? That's four in a row. You can't keep this up.
Bashir: I'm beginning to agree with you, and to add insult to injury, I'm not getting anywhere. My DNA integration theory's a blind alley.
O'Brien: So where does that leave you?
Bashir: Back on square one. Whoever engineered this shape-shifter virus certainly did a good job of covering their tracks.
O'Brien: Julian, it's time to face facts. You're not going to pull a rabbit out of your medkit. Even the Founders themselves couldn't find a cure and they had the resources of the entire Dominion at their command. Now, I know you don't want to hear this, but the only way we're going to find a cure is to track down whoever created this thing in the first place.
Bashir: Miles
O'Brien: We have got to find a way to get inside Section Thirty One.
Bashir: We've tried that. We've tried and we tried and all we managed to do was to waste two weeks chasing phantoms from here to Vulcan. You want to face facts? Face this fact. Section Thirty one have managed to stay in the shadows for over three hundred years. They're not going to suddenly come scurrying into the light just because Miles O'Brien and Julian Bashir are on the case!
O'Brien: Which is why I still say we should take this to Captain Sisko and let him contact Starfleet Intelligence. Maybe they can
Bashir: All that will do is alert Section Thirty One to that fact that we're onto them. And you know what they'll do? They'll go deeper into hiding. probably send someone here to destroy whatever headway I've made. No. No more cloak and dagger games. Science is the answer here. Every puzzle has a solution, every disease a cure. It's just a matter of finding it. Now, if you'll kindly get the hell out of here, I have work to do.
Gowron: Martok's attack on Avenal Seven was a disgrace. He had the advantage of surprise. The Dominion wasn't expecting us to take the offensive so soon after the Breen entered the war. Avenal should have been an easy victory for him, but instead he's handed us a shameful defeat.
Sisko: General Martok and I both advised you against attacking a world so deep inside Dominion territory. He was outnumbered six to one at Avenal.
Gowron: Six to one. A good commander finds ways to beat the odds, not hide behind them.
Sisko: He didn't hide behind anything. He fought harder and longer than I would have in his place. Have you read Worf's after-action report? Seven Klingon ships destroyed. Five others severely damaged. General Martok himself in critical condition in the Rotarran Sickbay.
Gowron: He's expected to survive.
Sisko: That's not the point! This whole operation was a waste of resources, men and equipment. The blame lies with the man who ordered the mission in the first place, not with the man who tried to carry it out.
Gowron: That's one of the things I like about you, Captain. Your loyalty to your friends.
Sisko: This has nothing to do with loyalty.
Gowron: Of course not. In any case, you needn't worry. Martok's a popular general with the troops and that counts for something. I won't relieve him of command. Yet.
Weyoun: As you can see, the Klingon raid on Avenal was easily broken up.
Founder: I am less concerned about this Klingon attack than I am the Cardassian rebellion. We cannot fight the combined military forces of the Federation, the Klingons and the Romulans, and face a full-scale uprising behind the lines.
Weyoun: I completely agree. However, the situation is well in hand. We still have control over the Cardassian military, while Damar has only a handful of terrorists at his disposal. I can assure you both that this rebellion poses no threat.
Founder: You are correct. And you also assured us that Damar would never turn against the Dominion.
Weyoun: That was an error, to be sure, but an understandable one. No one could have foreseen that Damar would become a terrorist. The concept is antithetical to the very nature of Cardassians. They respect authority. They value the rule of law and the security of order, which is exactly what the Dominion offers them.
Founder: Exactly. If our cloning facilities were operational, I would eliminate this Weyoun immediately. Damar must pay the price for his treason. Redouble your efforts to find his wife and children. Then I want you to begin interrogating Cardassian teachers, scientists, local officials. The population must understand in no uncertain terms that dissent will not be tolerated. Then I want you to begin putting Cardassian civilians in and around Dominion military installlations. If Damar destroys another shipyard, he will have to kill a great many of his countrymen as well. This will help turn the people against him.
Weyoun: An excellent plan.
Founder: Your opinion was not solicited. Thot Pran, the sooner we can regain the offensive on the front lines, the better. The installlation of the Breen weapons aboard Dominion ships must be accelerated. Please issue the appropriate orders to your engineers.
Founder: How long before our cloning facilities are operational again?
Weyoun: Not for several days, perhaps even weeks.
Founder: Ah. Well, keep me informed.
Garak: And according to our new contact on Kelvas Five, the Breen will begin to installl their energy dampening weapons aboard Jem'Hadar fighters within a week.
Damar: Has the Federation made any progress in counteracting these weapons?
Kira: No. They're still having trouble understanding the underlying technology.
Damar: Well, why aren't the Klingon ships affected by these Breen weapons?
Kira: We don't know that yet either. But if we could supply the Federation with one, it would give them a chance to come up with a countermeasure.
Garak: I had the same thought.
Rusot: Our priority should be to free Cardassia from the Dominion, not do Starfleet's dirty work.
Damar: We're all in this together. By helping Starfleet, we're helping ourselves.
Kira: There's a Cardassian repair facility in the Kelvas system, right?
Garak: Yes. I take it you have something in mind?
Kira: It won't be easy, but if we can get onto the bridge. All right. We'll take a five man team. The four of us, plus Odo. Garak, I'm going to need everything you have on the Kelvas facility. Is something wrong?
Garak: Possibly. May I have a few words with the commander?
Kira: What's on your mind?
Garak: It's about taking Odo on this mission. I'm afraid there's no easy way of putting it. He's been hiding the true extent of his illness from you for some time now. His condition has severely deteriorated. And the more he changes form, the worse it gets.
Kira: I know.
Garak: You do?
Kira: I love him, Garak. You think I really wouldn't notice?
Garak: Why the pretense?
Kira: Because I also know that he doesn't want me to find out about it. He wants to put up a brave front and protect me from the truth. Well, fine. If that's what makes this easier for him, if that gives him one last shred of dignity to hold onto, then I'll go on ignoring what's happening to him until the very end. Anything else?
Garak: No.
Kira: All right. We will need a Cardassian shuttle with the latest security protocols and a schematic of the
Sisko: Sisko to Worf.
Worf: Worf here.
Sisko: I'd like to see you in my office, Commander.
Worf: On my way.
Sisko: How's Martok?
Worf: Doctor Bashir says he will make a full recovery.
Sisko: I'm glad to hear that. Mister Worf, we've got a serious problem on our hands.
Worf: Gowron.
Sisko: He seems hell bent on continuing these offensives regardless of the cost.
Worf: He is a stubborn and arrogant man.
Sisko: That may be true, but I hope he's not a fool. He's risking the entire defense posture. Why can't he see that?
Worf: I suspect the Chancellor cannot see anything at the moment except for one man.
Sisko: You mean Martok?
Worf: The Chancellor sees him as a political threat. These attacks against the Dominion are designed to humiliate the General in the eyes of the Empire. To force him to endure defeat after defeat.
Sisko: Are you telling me that this is a political vendetta?
Worf: It would not be the first time that a Klingon Chancellor put his own interests ahead of the greater good.
Sisko: Something has to be done.
Worf: Agreed. And I do have a solution. But it will not be easy.
Sisko: Do whatever it takes, Mister Worf. Those Klingon ships out there are the only thing between us and the Breen. Gowron is risking the safety of the entire Alpha Quadrant and he has to stop.
Worf: Understood.
Rusot: My men have secured the shuttle. They'll meet us at those coordinates.
Kira: Good.
Rusot: Are you enjoying yourself? Getting Cardassians to do your bidding must give you great pleasure.
Kira: I'm a little busy right now, Rusot. Why don't you find someone else to play with.
Rusot: You may have fooled Damar into believing that you're here to fight the Dominion, but I know why you're really here.
Kira: Oh, this should be good.
Rusot: You killed hundreds of Cardassians during the occupation and now you're getting a chance to do it again. That's why you're here, isn't it? To hang a few more Cardassian neckbones from your belt? Admit it, Kira. You won't be satisfied until every one of us is dead.
Kira: Oh, I don't have time for this.
Kira: Don't you ever touch me again.
Rusot: I guess I hit a nerve
Kira: No, this is hitting a nerve. Stop pushing me or I'll make you realize just how many nerves you have in that miserable body.
Rusot: When this is all over and the Dominion is defeated
Kira: You won't have any trouble finding me.
Garak: Oh, you'll have to do something about him long before that, Commander.
Kira: Thanks for all your help.
Garak: You seemed to have things well under control.
Kira: Did I?
Garak: Despite his statement to the contrary, Rusot will not wait until the end of the war to make his move. I suggest you don't wait either. Kill him before he kills you.
Martok: Challenge Gowron? In the middle of a war? It's treasonous.
Worf: Gowron is leading us all to ruin. It is your duty to challenge him to protect the Empire.
Martok: You would have me protect the Empire by breaking my oath, by spilling the blood of a Klingon brother while an enemy stands at our door? Where is the honor in that?
Worf: He is sacrificing our troops for his own petty reasons. Where is the honor in that?
Martok: The troops are his to command. It is not our place to question him unless he acts with cowardice and there is no proof of that.
Worf: You are not listening.
Martok: I've heard every word that you have said. You want me to become Chancellor. Me. Tell me Worf, how do you think the members of the High Council will react when they're asked to follow a common man from the Ketha Lowlands? A man without a drop of noble blood in his veins?
Worf: Kahless himself was not high-born.
Martok: Kahless was divine.
Worf: Your name is revered throughout the Empire. If you seize the leadership, every warrior from here to Kronos would swear an oath to you. And with that kind of support, the High Council will have no choice but to accept you as Chancellor.
Martok: You begin to sound like a Romulan.
Worf: You know I am right.
Martok: I am a loyal soldier of the Empire. I would rather die than dishonor my uniform by raising a hand to my Chancellor in a time of war. I would bring shame to everything that I've fought to protect, everything that I believe in.
Worf: General.
Martok: My decision is made. We will not speak of this again.
Odo: You're staring again.
Kira: Sorry. I'm just worried about you.
Odo: Well don't. It may be a long time before the first symptoms manifest themselves, and by then I'm sure Doctor Bashir will have found the cure.
Kira: Right. Could you take the helm? I'm going to get a raktajino.
Kira: What's wrong?
Garak: One of our listening posts picked up a message. The Dominion has succeeded in locating Damar's family.
Damar: They're dead. They weren't a part of this rebellion. The Dominion knew that, the Founder knew that. Weyoun knew that. To kill her and my son. The casual brutality of it. A waste of life. What kind of state tolerates the murder of innocent women and children? What kind of people give those orders?
Kira: Yeah, Damar, what kind of people give those orders?
Kira: Oh, that was stupid.
Garak: Not at all. Damar has a certain romanticism about the past. He could use a dose of cold water.
Kira: I could have picked a better time.
Garak: If he's the man to lead a new Cardassia, if he's the man we hope him to be, then the pain of this news made him more receptive to what you said, not less.
Odo: We're approaching the rendezvous point.
Odo: The shuttle is here.
Rusot: Right on time. Just as I promised.
Damar: Damar to shuttle. Lower your shields and we'll beam aboard.
Man: Acknowledged.
Damar: Let's go.
Worf: And in truth, I understand his position. It is the duty of every soldier to support their leaders in time of war. Asking Martok to stand against Gowron was a foolish error.
Ezri: So what are you going to do?
Worf: Try to convince Gowron to diskontinue these attacks. You have said very little.
Ezri: Look, I'm just not sure that I should be giving you advice on what to do in this situation. It's a Klingon matter.
Worf: You are still a member of the House of Martok.
Ezri: This is the first that I've heard of it.
Worf: The General and I talked about it weeks ago. He likes you. And he considers you an honorable woman, a worthy successor to Jadzia, and so do I.
Ezri: That's very sweet of him.
Worf: Sweet?
Ezri: Not a very Klingon word, is it?
Worf: No.
Ezri: It's very honorable.
Worf: Better, albeit a little obvious. Now, tell me what you think.
Ezri: Okay. But I'm not sure you're going to like it.
Worf: Tell me.
Ezri: I think that the situation with Gowron is a symptom of a bigger problem. The Klingon Empire is dying. And I think it deserves to die.
Worf: You are right. I do not like it.
Ezri: Don't get me wrong, I'm very touched that you still consider me to be a member of the House of Martok, but I tend to look at the Empire with a little more skepticism than Curzon or Jadzia did. I see a society that is in deep denial about itself. We're talking about a warrior culture that prides itself on maintaining centuries old traditions of honor and integrity, but in reality it's willing to accept corruption at the highest levels.
Worf: You are overstating your case.
Ezri: Am I? Who was the last leader of the High Council that you respected? Has there even been one? And how many times have you had to cover up the crimes of Klingon leaders because you were told it was for the good of the Empire? I know this sounds harsh, but the truth is, you have been willing to accept a government that you know is corrupt. Gowron's just the latest example. Worf, you are the most honorable and decent man I've ever met, and if you're willing to tolerate men like Gowron, then what hope is there for the Empire?
Garak: We have a prisoner for the Vorta who commands of this ship.
Vornar: Everything seems to be in order. But you'll have to leave your weapons here.
Garak: Why?
Vornar: New orders from Dominion Headquarters. No armed Cardassians allowed aboard Jem'Hadar vessels.
Garak: Sounds like they don't trust us anymore.
Vornar: So it would seem. I'm sorry, but those are the orders.
Garak: It's not your fault. Do as he says. The three of us should be able to handle one Bajoran woman.
Vornar: Take them to the bridge.
Vornar: Good luck, Legate Damar.
Luaran: We'll run the first test firing in two hours, fourteen minutes. Agreed. Coordinate it with Central Operations. What's this?
Garak: We have a prisoner.
Luaran: I can see that. Why are you bringing her to me?
Garak: This is Commander Rota, the deputy intelligence officer for this entire sector. I would think that you'd be interested in interrogating her.
Luaran: I wasn't informed of this.
Garak: Perhaps you haven't received the report yet. It's not surprising. We only took the commander prisoner yesterday. We were under a communications blackout
Luaran: Let me see your orders.
Garak: Of course.
Luaran: Founder. You honor us with your presence. I had no idea you were in this sector.
Founder: My movements are none of your concern.
Luaran: No.
Founder: Have you begun the interrogation of this prisoner?
Luaran: Not yet.
Founder: Good. I will conduct the questioning myself.
Luaran: As you wish.
Founder: Ah. I see the upgraded plasma rifles have been distributed. May I inspect it?
Founder: A-ha. An excellent weapon. What do you think?
Kira: Secure those hatches.
Odo: It wasn't necessary to kill them all.
Garak: We can't afford to be burdened by prisoners.
Kira: We'll argue about this later. Prepare to flood all decks below the bridge with neurazine gas. Bring the warp drive online. Lay in a course for the Federation.
Garak: Commander. They haven't finished installling the Breen weapon. We can't leave.
Odo: How long until they finish installling the weapon?
Rusot: We can't wait!
Kira: We're not leaving without that weapon.
Garak: There are three, no, four Breen working in the engine room. Judging from the diagnostics, I'd say it'll take them thirty to forty five minutes to complete their work.
Rusot: We don't have that much time.
Kira: Yes, we do. No one even knows we're on the bridge. All we have to do is sit tight, give the standard replies to any inquiries and wait for the Breen to do their work.
Rusot: Damar, this is insane. She'll get us all killed.
Garak: There's an incoming message. They want to speak to the Vorta.
Kira: Disable the visual feed. What was her name? Come on!
Garak: I'm looking. Ah. Her name was Luaran.
Kira: This is Luaran. No, I can't see you either. We're experiencing difficulties with our comm. system. What do you want? Just a moment. They want the status report on our navigational array.
Odo: I've got it.
Kira: That data is coming to you. Excellent. We'll be repairing our comm. system for at least the next hour. I'll contact you when we're finished. Luaran out.
Rusot: What if they didn't believe you?
Kira: Then we're dead.
O'Brien: Hey.
Bashir: Hey.
O'Brien: Keiko whipped you up some crab rolls. She, we thought you might be hungry.
Bashir: Thanks. To both of you. Er, about the other day.
O'Brien: Oh, forget it. How's the work going?
Bashir: I'm still firmly entrenched in square one.
O'Brien: Mind if I ask you a question about Thirty One?
Bashir: Go ahead.
O'Brien: Well, if you were to find the cure and they got to know about it, what do you think they'd do?
Bashir: Well, I imagine they'd be very concerned. The very existence of a cure would jeopardize their plan to eradicate the Founders. It wouldn't surprised me if Sloan or another operative turned up here on the station to destroy my work. What are you getting at?
O'Brien: I think you should send a message to Starfleet Medical saying that you have found the cure.
Bashir: You're trying to lure someone from Section Thirty One?
O'Brien: Yeah. That's right.
Bashir: What happens when this operative gets here?
O'Brien: We capture him. Then we figure out a way to get some information out of him.
Bashir: He may not know anything about the disease.
O'Brien: Maybe not, but I bet he knows who does. What do you think?
Bashir: I think it's a plan. A very good plan. When did you get so devious?
O'Brien: I've been hanging around you too long. Let's just hope this works and we can cure Odo. That's all I care about.
Bashir: Me too, Miles.
Gowron: Our next target, Sarpedion Five.
Martok: Sarpedion is the headquarters of the entire Twelfth Order.
Gowron: Yes. You'll take fifteen Vorcha class battle cruisers in first to soften their defenses. Then General Chu'vok
Martok: Chancellor, that world is one of the most heavily fortified positions in the entire Cardassian Empire. Fifteen battle cruisers will barely scratch their defenses.
Gowron: If you lack the courage to fight an uphill battle, then perhaps you should retire to your bed.
Martok: I will fight any battle, anywhere, for the Empire.
Gowron: Spoken like a true warrior. After Martok has softened their defenses.
Worf: No. We cannot attack Sarpedion.
Gowron: I decide what can and cannot be done.
Worf: You rule without wisdom and without honor. The warriors that are gathered here will not say this to you, but I will. You are squandering our ships and our lives on a petty act of vengeance.
Gowron: I should have known better than to trust you again. If you were a true Klingon, I would kill you where you stand. Fortunately for you, that child's uniform shields you from your rightful fate.
Worf: What I say now, I say as a member of the House of Martok, not a Starfleet officer. You have dishonored yourself and the Empire and you are not worthy to lead the Council.
Gowron: There can be only one answer to that.
Martok: Worf, this is madness.
Gowron: You will not have this day.
Martok: Hail Worf. Leader of the Empire! Worf! Worf! Worf!
All: Worf! Worf! Worf! Worf!
Worf: Wait. Hear me. Hear me! What I have done was for the Empire. A new day must dawn for our people. I am not the man to usher in that day. But there is a man here who can.
Martok: Worf, I do not seek the leadership.
Worf: Kahless said, 'Great men do not seek power, they have power thrust upon them'.
Worf: Hail, Martok! Leader of the Empire! Leader of destiny.
Kira: How much longer?
Garak: I'm not certain. It appears they're having problems connecting the secondary relays.
Kira: Odo, are you all right?
Odo: Yes. Don't worry, I'm
Odo: I'm sorry.
Kira: There's nothing to be sorry about. Just stay with me, Odo, stay with me. We're going to get out of here, all right? Just hang on a little while longer.
Rusot: It's over.
Kira: Shut up, Rusot.
Rusot: The shape shifter is useless. The whole plan is coming apart. We have to get out of here now!
Kira: Go back to your post.
Rusot: No. No more. We're leaving now!
Garak: That would be unwise.
Rusot: You're still a Cardassian, Garak. You're not going to kill one of your own people for a Bajoran woman.
Garak: How little you understand me.
Damar: Put your weapons down, both of you!
Rusot: You want her dead too, Damar. I know you do. But you're the leader of the rebellion and don't want to kill someone wearing a Starfleet uniform. Let me do it for you.
Damar: They've finished installling the dampening weapon.
Kira: Then let's all get the hell out of here.
Rusot: Not you.
Garak: I'm still here, Rusot.
Rusot: Damar, shoot him. We can kill them both and keep the Breen weapon for ourselves. I believe in you, Damar. I know you're the right man to restore the Empire we loyally served. The Empire we loved. Together we can lead our people to greatness again. Just aim and fire.
Damar: He was my friend. But his Cardassia's dead, and it won't be coming back.
Kira: Flood all compartments with the gas. Clear all moorings. Bow thrusters ahead full.
Garak: We've cleared their defense perimeter.
Kira: Take the helm.
Odo: You're probably angry.
Kira: Why?
Odo: I hid my true condition.
Kira: Odo, I've known all along. But it's not over. Julian's probably working on a cure right now and
Odo: Nerys. Nerys, don't. Just stay here with me.


Scene: Chief Medical Officer's log, stardate 52645.7. Colonel Kira, Garak and Odo have returned to the station for treatment. Despite my best efforts, I have yet to make any progress toward finding a cure for Odo's disease.
Odo: How long do I have?
Bashir: I can't be sure.
Odo: You can make an educated guess.
Bashir: I could, but first I'd like to talk about slowing down the progress of the disease with a series of nadion bursts.
Odo: I want a time frame, Doctor.
Bashir: A week. Maybe two with the nadion therapy.
Odo: Thank you. Now I want to see Kira.
Bashir: Let me emphasize, Odo, that I haven't given up hope and it's very important that you don't give up either.
Odo: Understood. Now please, let me see Kira.
Kira: How do you feel?
Odo: Better. This contraption of Julian's seems to alleviate the pain.
Kira: Good.
Odo: You should be going soon.
Kira: I'm not going anywhere. Damar and Garak can lead the rebellion without me.
Odo: Damar needs someone who's actually fought with a resistance movement. That's you, not Garak.
Kira: I'm not leaving until I know that you
Odo: I want you to leave.
Kira: Why?
Odo: You watched Bariel die in this very room and I know how that's haunted you. I don't want your last memory of me to be witnessing my death.
Kira: Isn't that my choice?
Odo: Maybe it is. And maybe I'm being selfish telling you all the things I want, but I don't want the last thing I see to be pain in your eyes.
Kira: You'd be surprised how well I can hide my feelings when I need to.
Odo: Not from me. You have to go, Nerys.
Kira: All right.
Odo: I can't be a very pleasant sight.
Kira: I don't care how you look.
Kira: I've got so much to say. I don't know where to begin.
Odo: Just say you love me. That's all I've ever cared about.
Kira: I love you, Odo.
Odo: I love you, Nerys.
O'Brien: After I finished the tests I forwarded the schematics of the Breen weapon to Starfleet Engineering. They should have a preliminary report
Kira: Garak and I should be getting underway.
Garak: The Commander is correct. We have to evade several Jem'Hadar patrols in order to reach Damar's base. If we wait too long, they may alter their patrol routes.
Sisko: Chief, is there anything else before they go?
O'Brien: No, sir. I think we have all the data we need.
Sisko: Well, then. Good hunting to you both.
Kira: Thank you, sir. Julian.
Bashir: I'll do everything I can.
Sisko: Doctor, is there anything I can do to help? Any additional resources you might want from Starfleet Medical?
Bashir: No, thank you. sir. I have everything I need.
O'Brien: Sir, we should inform you that research is not the only avenue we've been pursuing.
Bashir: Miles.
O'Brien: He needs to know.
Sisko: Whatever's going on, I want to know it right now.
Bashir: We're trying to lure someone from Section Thirty One here to the station.
Sisko: Section Thirty One? What do they have to do with this?
O'Brien: We believe that they are responsible for infecting Odo in the first place.
Sisko: What?
Bashir: We believe that he became infected three years ago when he underwent medical examination at Starfleet Headquarters.
O'Brien: Evidently, Section Thirty One hoped that Odo would transmit the disease to the other Founders when he linked with them.
Sisko: Genocide. Committed by people who call themselves Federation citizens. Why didn't you come to me earlier with this?
O'Brien: Sir, we felt that
Bashir: Miles wanted to tell you, sir, but I ordered him not to. It's my fault.
Sisko: I'm still waiting for an answer to my question.
Bashir: We have no proof. Besides I knew that if we told you what we suspected, you'd feel obliged to inform Starfleet Command. And once you did that, Section Thirty One would realize that we were onto them and go even deeper into hiding.
Sisko: What difference did that make?
Bashir: There came a point when I had to admit that my research was going nowhere. I couldn't find a cure here in the lab. So Miles and I decided to look for one within Section Thirty One itself. So a few days ago I sent a false message to Starfleet Medical informing them that I had indeed found a cure.
O'Brien: The idea is that when Thirty One hears about it, they'll want to destroy Julian's research in order to prevent it falling into the hands of the Dominion.
Sisko: So you're trying to lure one of their operatives to the station. Okay, let's say it works. What then?
Bashir: We capture him or her, find out everything they know about the disease, who's involved, and maybe even where to find the cure.
Sisko: How do you propose to do that? They're not going to be very cooperative.
Bashir: I managed to get my hands on a Romulan memory scanner, sir.
Sisko: Oh. Since they're illegal in the Federation, I'll assume that's another reason you didn't come to me.
Bashir: Yes, sir.
Sisko: Well, setting aside all the legal and ethical issues involved, I still think this is a pretty long shot.
Bashir: I do too. But I'm afraid it's the only shot Odo has.
O'Brien: Can't sleep?
Bashir: No.
O'Brien: How'd you get in?
Bashir: The lock isn't that complex. What are you doing up?
O'Brien: Oh, I was running another power test on the Breen weapon.
Bashir: I was trying to read, but I kept reading the same page over and over again.
O'Brien: What were you reading?
Bashir: It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.
O'Brien: Tale of Two Cities. My mother's favorite book.
Bashir: I was enjoying it too, except tonight my mind was elsewhere.
O'Brien: Odo?
Bashir: Section Thirty One I kept thinking just how many people had to be involved in the conspiracy to infect him with the disease. Computer experts, doctors, security officers, admirals, clerks. In the end, I came up with at least seventy three people.
O'Brien: For a minute there I thought you were going to say seventy thousand.
Bashir: This organization, this thing that's slithered its way into the heart of the Federation, has to be destroyed.
O'Brien: You won't get any argument from me on that. But for now, the focus has to be Odo. Finding him a cure, that has to be our priority.
Bashir: All right.
O'Brien: I've had enough. Have you?
Bashir: Sure. Let's sleep lightly tonight. Section Thirty One may still fall for the trap and show up.
O'Brien: I'll be ready.
Bashir: Lights.
Sloan: Hello, Doctor.
Bashir: I didn't think I'd ever see you again.
Sloan: I have another assignment for you.
Bashir: Really? What a coincidence, because I have an assignment for you.
Sloan: I take it I'm supposed to feel shocked and humbled by your ingenuity.
Bashir: Frankly, I don't care how you feel. Bashir to O'Brien.
O'Brien: Yeah?
Bashir: Mister Sloan is here. I have him in the containment field.
O'Brien: I'm on my way.
Bashir: Good. Bashir out.
Sloan: What do you want, Doctor?
Bashir: Why, the same thing you want. The cure to Odo's disease.
Sloan: What are you talking about? You already have the cure. No. No, you don't. Your message to Starfleet Medical was just bait.
Bashir: Which I'm happy to see you swallowed.
Sloan: Well, you've got me. What good do you think is going to come of this? Turning me over to Starfleet Security will be a waste of time. You don't have a shred of evidence.
Bashir: Oh, I'm not interested in turning you over to anyone.
Sloan: What?
Bashir: Hello again.
Sloan: Shooting an unarmed man? That's a little ungallant, isn't it?
Bashir: Somehow I didn't expect you to come here of your own volition.
Sloan: You're probably right. Hello, Chief. How's the family? Everyone okay at home?
O'Brien: What's that supposed to mean?
Sloan: Nothing. I'd just hate to see anything happen to them.
Bashir: Don't listen to him, Chief. He's just playing games with you.
Sloan: That's easy for him to say. He doesn't have a wife and children to worry about. Trust me, Chief, if something were to happen to me
Bashir: What? They'll be killed? I'm disappointed in you, Sloan. You don't usually wield such a blunt instrument.
Sloan: So, am I supposed to guess what's going on or do I have to lay here in terror waiting for you to tell me?
Bashir: I told you what's going on. I'm going to find a cure for Odo's disease and you're going to help me.
Sloan: What makes you think I know anything about it?
Bashir: You came here because you thought I'd diskovered a cure and you wanted to destroy it. But first you'd have to find it in my lab. And in order to do that you'd have to know exactly what it was you were looking for.
Sloan: You call that reasoning? If I wanted to eliminate your work, all I'd have to do is destroy your lab.
Bashir: Oh, no, no, no, Sloan. That would be too sloppy. You like surgical precision. You came here to destroy the cure, so somewhere in that brain of yours is the information that I want.
Sloan: You really expect me to tell you?
Bashir: No. I expect you to resist to the bitter end.
O'Brien: We're ready.
Bashir: Remember these? Romulan mind probes. They're not the most pleasant of devices, but they're very efficient.
Sloan: They're also illegal in the Federation.
Bashir: Oh, I hope you can appreciate the irony of that statement.
Sloan: I'm telling you I don't know anything about the cure.
Bashir: Then I won't find anything, will I?
Sloan: If Sisko finds out what you're doing
O'Brien: The Captain already knows what we're doing. And he's given us his full support.
Sloan: Julian, I'm sorry about Odo, but I can't let you have the cure. I can't take a chance it'll fall into the hands of the Founders.
Bashir: I'm afraid the choice is no longer yours.
Sloan: I misread you. I thought you were just a misguided idealist. But you're a dangerous man. People like you would destroy the Federation if given a chance. Fortunately there are people like me who will die to protect it.
Bashir: Damn!
O'Brien: What's going on?
Bashir: He's trying to kill himself. He's activated a neuro-depolarizing device in his brain. I have to stabilize him before he does irreversible damage.
O'Brien: If he dies
Bashir: The cure for Odo dies with him.
O'Brien: What's the verdict?
Bashir: Well, he's stable for now. But the neuro-depolarizer did damage his brain. Even on full life support, his higher cortical functions will fail within the next hour.
O'Brien: He committed suicide just to prevent us finding the cure.
Bashir: We had him cornered and he knew it. He just couldn't let one of Section Thirty One's darkest secrets get away from him. The frustrating thing is the cure's still in there somewhere.
O'Brien: Julian, this might sound a bit morbid, but what if you were to use your Romulan mental probes now?
Bashir: His memory pathways have been scrambled, probably to prevent someone from doing just that. There must be some way to retrieve that data.
O'Brien: Maybe we should just let him die in peace.
Bashir: Miles, I need a multitronic engrammatic interpreter.
O'Brien: Or maybe I'll find you a multitronic engrammatic interpreter.
O'Brien: This is crazy.
Bashir: Oh, it'll work.
O'Brien: You have me re-routing so many power relays and transfer coils I can't guarantee any of this will work without running a series of diagnostics.
Bashir: I've already done the diagnostics, Miles, in my head.
Bashir: The neural interface will then provide a basic pattern to my hippocampal nuclei.
O'Brien: I give up. You've explained it to me three times and I still don't get it.
Bashir: You just have to trust me, Chief. I know what I'm doing.
O'Brien: But even if you can link minds with Sloan, how are you going to find the cure?
Bashir: The entire experience will be processed into images and sounds that my conscious mind can comprehend. In essence, I will see the neuronal pathways in Sloan's brain as literal pathways or streets or corridors or something.
O'Brien: Oh, so you're just going to wander around these streets looking for a little box labeled The Cure?
Bashir: As strange as it sounds, it may be just that simple. Or it may be a good deal more surrealistic. I may wind up in memories of Sloan's childhood.
O'Brien: Will he be, you know, aware of what you're doing?
Bashir: I won't know that till I'm in there. We don't know what the conscious mind can perceive this close to brain death.
O'Brien: How will you get out?
Bashir: One of the advantages to being genetically enhanced is the ability to control my own vital signs. When I find a cure and I want to get out, I'll send my hypothalamus a signal to raise my blood pressure forty percent, and the equipment will automatically break the link.
O'Brien: What if you get disoriented or lost in some nightmare of Sloan's and he dies while you're still in there?
Bashir: Worst case scenario, I die with him I suppose. But I think that's a manageable risk.
O'Brien: I'm going with you.
Bashir: What?
O'Brien: You heard me. And it's not open to debate. If you're determined to go on this lunatic mission inside Sloan's head, then somebody with an ounce of sanity has to be with you.
Bashir: You just want to come because you don't want Captain Sisko to find out what we're doing.
O'Brien: There's that too.
Bashir: I'd better get another bed.
O'Brien: How long have we got?
Bashir: Sloan's brain's going to die in about forty three minutes. We have that long to get in, find the cure and get out. The analyzer's online. Are you ready?
O'Brien: No. But let's do it anyway.
O'Brien: Julian?
Bashir: Miles.
O'Brien: Why are we in a turbolift?
Bashir: I'm not sure.
O'Brien: I don't remember getting in here.
Bashir: We're in Sloan's mind. Remember?
O'Brien: Sloan. But we're really still in the lab.
Bashir: Yes. This turbolift is just an abstraction.
O'Brien: Then where are we going?
Bashir: I don't know, but we're not wasting any time getting there.
Bashir: Aren't you glad you came along?
O'Brien: I wouldn't have missed it for the world.
Bashir: So what do you think?
O'Brien: I think we've stopped.
Bashir: Are you sure?
O'Brien: Either that or we're falling very, very slowly.
Bashir: You mean we can let go?
O'Brien: I don't see why not. Well?
Bashir: Well what? You first.
O'Brien: Oh, no. This little trip wasn't my idea.
Bashir: All right, we'll let go together.
O'Brien: On the count of three. BASHIR +
O'Brien: One, two, three.
Bashir: See? Nothing to worry about.
O'Brien: I wasn't worried.
O'Brien: What how?
Bashir: Good question.
Sloan: Doctor. Chief O'Brien. Welcome. I can't tell you how happy I am to see you.
Bashir: Well, we're glad you're happy, Sloan. Now tell us how to cure Odo and we can all be happy.
Sloan: Believe me, Doctor, nothing would give me greater pleasure. But first, there are a few people I'd like you to meet.
O'Brien: Look, Sloan, we're a little pressed for time.
Sloan: But you just arrived. Ah, I see. You're afraid that if I die while you're still in here you'll die, too. Yes, well we can't let that happen, can we. We'd better hurry.
Bashir: We're not going anywhere till you give us the cure.
Sloan: All right. If you insist. It's a simple nucleotide marking sequence. Radodine, lide-what's-anine, ninoranphew, tardanine.
O'Brien: Would you mind repeating that?
Sloan: Lide-what's-anine, ninoranphew, tardanine.
Bashir: We're not playing games, Sloan.
Sloan: Believe me, I want to tell you everything you need to know.
Bashir: Then tell us.
Sloan: I can't. Lide-what's-anine, ninoranphew, tardanine. You see? I suppose there's some part of me that doesn't want you to know. Well not until you come to the wardroom.
O'Brien: Maybe we should do as he says.
Sloan: I don't blame you for being suspicious, but if you want the cure, you're going to have to trust me. And the clock is ticking.
O'Brien: He's right about that.
Sloan: Follow me.
Sloan: Relax, Doctor. I'm the one dying, not you.
O'Brien: Why Deep Space Nine?
Sloan: Excuse me?
O'Brien: I'm just wondering why the inside of your head looks like our space station?
Sloan: I wanted you to feel at home. Comfortable.
Bashir: Why?
Sloan: I thought it was the decent thing to do.
Sloan: Everyone, if I could have your attention, please. Now that we're all here I hope you'll forgive me if I take a moment and say a few words. As I stand here, reunited with my friends and my family for one last time, I want you, the people I love, to know just how sorry I am for all the pain that I've caused you. I dedicated my life to the preservation and the protection of the Federation. This duty, which I carried out to the best of my ability, took precedence over everything else. My parents, my wife, my children. I lived in a world of secrets, of sabotage and deceit. I spent so much time erasing my movements, covering my tracks, that now that I look back at my life, I find nothing. It's as if I never really existed. I cheated you all out of being in my life. And what's more, I cheated myself as well. Now I know a simple apology won't change that. Still, I feel the need to apologize anyway. No tears, please. My death isn't a tragedy, it's a celebration. In death, I can finally step out of the shadows and prove to myself that I existed. That I lived.
Jessica: That was beautiful, Luther.
Sloan: Gentlemen, I'd like you to meet my wife, Jessica. This is Doctor Bashir and Chief O'Brien. If it weren't for them, I wouldn't be here.
Jessica: I'd like to thank you for all you've done for Luther, and me. Frankly, being married to him was a living hell. But thanks to you, that's all changed.
O'Brien: Congratulations.
Sloan: Doctor, you've been a beacon of light to me. You're living proof that ideology is a poor substitute for kindness and decency, and that at the end of the day, it's our actions, not our beliefs, that define who we are. What we are.
Bashir: Yes. And thank you. I'm very glad to have been helpful. But if you don't mind?
Sloan: You want me to tell you how to cure Odo. Gladly, Doctor. My dear, I need that PADD I gave you for safekeeping.
Jessica: Oh, yes. I think I have it here.
Sloan: Thanks, muffin. Here you go, Doctor.
Sloan: I'm sorry, Doctor, but I can't let you have that.
O'Brien: Julian.
Bashir: Don't look at me for explanations.
O'Brien: I knew it.
Bashir: Knew what?
O'Brien: That this wasn't going to be easy.
Sisko: Do you mind telling me what going on here?
Ezri: I have no idea. The Chief was supposed to come fix my sonic shower this morning, but he never showed up. I asked the computer where he was, and when I came in, this is what I found. Have any idea who this is?
Sisko: Sloan. He works for Section Thirty One.
Ezri: Then I'd guess this isn't some kind of obscure meditation therapy.
Sisko: Definitely not. Sisko to Infirmary.
Man: Infirmary.
Sisko: Send a medical team to Science Lab four right away.
Man: Aye, sir.
O'Brien: I wish I knew how long we've been in here.
Bashir: Twenty three minutes and eleven seconds.
O'Brien: Show off.
Bashir: That leaves us less than twenty minutes to find a cure and get out.
O'Brien: Locked. All locked. Sloan could be hiding in any one of these rooms. Or he could've taken that turn off we passed.
Bashir: What's your point, Miles?
O'Brien: We're not going to find him unless he wants to be found. It's his playing field.
Agent: You two, stop right there.
Bashir: Now what?
Agent: You're in a restricted area.
O'Brien: I thought we were in the cerebellum.
Bashir: We're looking for Sloan.
Agent: Mister Sloan's not available at the moment.
Bashir: Damn it. We don't have time for this. We need to speak to Sloan!
O'Brien: You shot him!
Bashir: That really hurt.
Agent: He was a threat to the Federation.
O'Brien: You all right?
Bashir: Do I look all right?
O'Brien: It doesn't make sense. I mean, if none of this is real, why does it hurt so much?
Bashir: Sloan's mind must be sending sensory stimuli into ours, causing us to experience pain, just as we would had we really been shot. Of course, that's just a theory.
O'Brien: Oh. That makes sense. Maybe this is a good time for you to get us out of here.
Bashir: I can't.
O'Brien: What do you mean, you can't?
Bashir: I just tried the hypothalamic feedback loop. I must be too weak.
O'Brien: What do you mean you're too weak? Julian, we have to get out of here!
Bashir: I know that. But I've been shot. At least my body thinks I have.
O'Brien: Ha. I don't believe this.
Bashir: I'm sorry.
O'Brien: So, this is it?
Bashir: It does look that way.
O'Brien: I should've left a note for Keiko to let her what we were planning.
Bashir: Why worry her?
O'Brien: No, I want her and the kids to understand why I had to do this.
Bashir: She'll understand. She'll know you did it for me.
O'Brien: That's what'll upset her the most. She always said I liked you more than I liked her.
Bashir: That's ridiculous.
O'Brien: Right. Yeah.
Bashir: Well maybe you do, a bit more.
O'Brien: What? Are you crazy? She's my wife. I love her.
Bashir: Of course you love her. She's your wife.
O'Brien: Yeah.
Bashir: I'm just saying maybe you like me a bit more, that's all.
O'Brien: I do not.
Bashir: You spend more time with me.
O'Brien: We work together.
Bashir: We have more in common.
O'Brien: Julian, you are starting to annoy me.
Bashir: Darts, racquetball, Vic's lounge, the Alamo. Need I go on?
O'Brien: I love my wife.
Bashir: And I love Ezri. Passionately.
O'Brien: You do?
Bashir: Yes.
O'Brien: Have you told her?
Bashir: Not yet. But I will.
O'Brien: Oh, yeah? When?
Bashir: When I'm ready. It's just that I like you a bit more. See? There, I've admitted it.
O'Brien: Yeah, well, I love my wife.
Bashir: What's that?
O'Brien: It's the tunnel!
Bashir: What tunnel?
O'Brien: You know, the tunnel to the Great Beyond!
Bashir: It is. I must say I'm a bit disappointed. I expected it to be more elaborate.
O'Brien: No. No, no, no. Come on, we can't just sit here waiting for death. Come on. On your feet, man. Come on, come on. Let's check one more door.
Bashir: What's the point?
O'Brien: The point is to do our duty right up until the end.
Bashir: Like Travis and Crockett.
O'Brien: One more door.
Worf: Doctor Bashir is regaining consciousness, Captain.
Bashir: How's Miles?
O'Brien: I'm fine.
Sisko: Did you find the information you were looking for?
Bashir: No, I'm afraid not. I'm going to have to go back in.
Sisko: Sloan is dying. We can't risk losing you as well.
Bashir: He can't die. Not yet! Get me cordrazine. Ten milligrams.
Nurse: His alpha waves are attenuating.
Bashir: Cortical stimulator. You're not getting away from me that easily, Sloan. Increase the resonance frequency, ten percent.
Nurse: His neurosynaptic activity is failing.
Bashir: I can see that. Fifteen milligrams neurotropan. Come on, Sloan. Come on back.
Nurse: Complete neural failure.
Bashir: No!
Worf: Doctor, he is dead. Doctor.
O'Brien: It's over, Julian. He's gone.
Bashir: And so's any hope of curing Odo.
Bashir: I'm sorry, Odo. I wish I had better news.
Odo: I understand, Doctor. You've done everything you could, more than I would've thought possible and I appreciate it.
Bashir: Is there anything I can do to make you more comfortable?
Odo: Thank you, but right now I'd simply like to be alone.
Bashir: Of course.
O'Brien: How'd he take it?
Bashir: You know. Better than I would've.
O'Brien: I need some sleep. So do you. Look, Julian
Bashir: No. I know, I know. I did all I could. But it's small comfort, isn't it.
Bashir: It was the best of times.
O'Brien: It was the worst of times. It's the first line of the book.
Bashir: That's right. So why is it there on page two hundred and ninety four?
O'Brien: Must be a misprint. The book starts over again.
Bashir: It can't be. Ezri loaned it to me. And before that it was Jadzia's and I know for a fact that she read it.
O'Brien: You and Ezri are exchanging books?
Bashir: Oh, forget about that. Don't you see what's going on?
O'Brien: Yes, she's playing a practical joke on you.
Bashir: No, she isn't. It's Sloan. We're still inside his mind.
O'Brien: What are you talking about? These are my quarters. Keiko's asleep in that room.
Bashir: No, she isn't. Sloan is drawing on our memories, making us think we're back on the station. That's why the book's incomplete, because I haven't finished reading it.
O'Brien: And because you don't know what happens after page two ninety four?
Bashir: He couldn't fill in the rest of the story.
O'Brien: He's trying to stop us finding the cure.
Bashir: We must have been close to finding it.
O'Brien: That door we were about to open when we woke up. The cure must be in there.
O'Brien: What's going on?
Bashir: Sloan's dying. His mind's shutting down. We haven't got much time.
Bashir: This is it!
O'Brien: Are you sure?
Bashir: I can tell.
Bashir: Sloan?
Sloan: Welcome to Section Thirty One, gentlemen.
Bashir: You know exactly why we're here.
Sloan: You don't really expect me to help you.
Sloan: You sure you want to throw that one away?
Bashir: I'm collecting medical information, not surveillance reports.
Sloan: It's not just any report. That's on Jaresh-Inyo.
Bashir: Former President Inyo?
Sloan: The one and only.
Bashir: My God. Thirty One had a man in his cabinet.
O'Brien: Don't let him distract you.
Sloan: Just one of the little nuggets lying around in this once tidy room. You'd be amazed at what you could find.
Bashir: Current operations on Kronos. Chancellor Martok would love to get his hands on this.
O'Brien: Julian, look at this.
Bashir: Radodine, lidestolinine, asporanine, adenine. That's it.
O'Brien: I think it's time we got out of here.
Bashir: Hold on a moment.
O'Brien: What for?
Bashir: These files, they contain all of Sloan's memories on Section Thirty One. With this information we can destroy the entire organization.
O'Brien: That'll have to wait.
Sloan: It's not that simple, Chief. There is no building, no room like this in the real world. Section Thirty One has no headquarters. These files, they exist only in the minds of a very select group of people, and I happen to be one of them. If you really want to destroy Section Thirty One, it's now or never.
Bashir: He's right. This is a once in a lifetime opportunity. We can't pass it up.
O'Brien: Julian!
Bashir: What?
O'Brien: Listen to me. He wants us to die with him. If we die, Odo dies too!
Sloan: All my secrets are yours for the taking, Doctor. If you want them badly enough.
O'Brien: Odo needs you, Julian. He's counting on you.
Sloan: You're making a terrible mistake, Doctor.
Bashir: I don't think so.
Ezri: Julian, are you with us?
Bashir: Ezri, you look beautiful.
Sisko: Did you locate the cure?
Bashir: I think so, but there's only one way to know for sure. Sloan?
Sisko: He died about two minutes ago. He almost took you with him.
O'Brien: Hey, Julian, next time you take a trip inside someone's mind, you're going on your own.
Bashir: Right.
Bashir: I should warn you, you may feel some diskomfort.
Odo: If you mean it's going to be painful, just say so.
Bashir: It's going to be painful.
Odo: All right then. Go ahead.
O'Brien: So when will Odo be up and around again?
Bashir: His morphogenic matrix needs a little time to heal, but he should be his old self again in a couple of days.
O'Brien: Ah-ha. Here we go.
O'Brien: I knew Quark was hoarding a bottle of the good stuff.
Bashir: This is older than I am.
O'Brien: What? I'm drinking with a child.
Bashir: To aging, gracefully.
O'Brien: Very funny. To Odo.
Bashir: Wow.
O'Brien: Wow is right. Tell me something. If you'd had more time to read the data in Sloan's mind, do you think we would have brought down Section Thirty One?
Bashir: We'll never know now, will we. But one thing's for sure. Sloan knew he had the perfect bait, that I wouldn't be able to resist it. There was one thing he failed to consider.
O'Brien: What's that?
Bashir: You. To Miles Edward O'Brien.
O'Brien: To friendship. I'd better get home. Keiko's holding dinner for me.
Bashir: This late?
O'Brien: Yeah, well, she's a hell of a woman.
Bashir: That's why you love her.
O'Brien: That's right. That's why I love her. You want to come?
Bashir: Sure.