O'Brien: I think I know what happened to Commander Sisko and the others. The transporter beam was redirected as it passed through the polarized particles.
Kira: Redirected where?
O'Brien: Not where, when.
Sisko: You ever hear of the Bell Riots? It was one of the most violent civil disturbances in American history, and it happened right here. San Francisco, Sanctuary District A, the first week of September, twenty twenty four.
Bashir: That's only a few days from now.
Sisko: The Riots will be one of the watershed events of the twenty first century. Gabriel Bell will see to that.
Dax: I still haven't found my friends.
Chris: And you think they might be in a Sanctuary District?
Dax: It's possible. If you hadn't found me, I might've wound up in one.
Webb: This place is about to explode. Most of us agreed to live here because they promised us jobs. I don't know about you, but I haven't been on any job interviews lately.
Sisko: That man who just got killed trying to help us? That man was Gabriel Bell.
Sisko: Give me that. Get back.
Bashir: Get away. Get away from him.
Sisko: Come on. We have to get him off the street.
Bc: I've waited a long time for this. And I know I won't be disappointed. Ain't that right, new boy?
Sisko: The name is Bell. Gabriel Bell. And now the conclusion.
Bc: Hey, what are you looking at?
Bernardo: Nothing.
Bc: If you're trying to find a way out, forget it Bernardo. You ain't going anywhere. None of you are.
Lee: What are you going to do with us?
Bc: I was going to let you think about that for a little bit. Now, everybody, against the wall. Sit down over there. Move! Move it! If any of them moves, shoot'em.
Sisko: No one's shooting anyone.
Bc: Maybe, maybe not.
Sisko: We need them alive. They're the only thing we have to bargain with.
Bc: You think I didn't know that?
Sisko: Just making sure. We need to get these blinds closed.
Bashir: The police will drop snipers on the roofs across the street, pick us off one by one.
Bc: All right, let's use the benches as barricades. We'll stack them up against the windows. It's too bad. I kind of like watching this place burn.
Vin: Drop your weapons. What's so funny?
Bc: You. You're dead. (Sisko knocks Vin out of the way as the shot is fired, Lee screams, BC aims his weapon at her)
Bc: Shut up! That's enough! I said shut up!
Bashir: Leave her alone. She's just scared. Listen, calm down. No one's going to hurt you.
Sisko: Get over there with the others.
Vin: I know you. I picked you up the other day.
Sisko: I know. It's my way of saying thank you. Now get over there with the others!
Bc: Hey, nice tackle, Bell. You ever play any football?
Sisko: Baseball, actually.
Bc: Really, I'd hate to be a catcher and seeing you barreling towards home plate. Hey, you, get up.
Vin: Leave her alone.
Bc: Oh, nice mouth. All right, you get up. I said get up.
Sisko: What are you doing?
Bc: Relax. I just want to see what they're saying about us on the Net. I need his access code to log on. Don't make me ask you again.
Vin: Get lost.
Bc: After you.
Bernardo: Wait. I'll do it.
Vin: What are you doing? Sit down.
Bernardo: Hey, Vin, we're not on duty now so don't give me orders. I just want to make it home in one piece.
Bc: Smart boy. Move. Get back there.
Sisko: I know what you're thinking. It's not going to be easy keeping the hostages safe.
Bashir: It's not just them I'm worried about, it's you. Didn't you say Gabriel Bell died when the police stormed the building?
Sisko: Right. But I'm not Bell.
Bashir: No, but we're the only one's who know that.
Newscaster: National Guard units are mobilizing now and should reach Sanctuary District A within the hour. Governor Chen has issued a statement saying the uprising will be quelled and District secured. It's still not clear how this riot began, though rumors of mounting tensions have been filtering out of the district for weeks.
Bc: This is great. We're on every channel. I bet they're even watching this in China. Why do they sound so surprised? When you treat people like animals, you're gonna get bit.
Webb: Let me through.
Man: Stop right there.
Bc: Hey, who said you could come in here?
Sisko: It's okay. Let him in.
Bc: You know this gimmie?
Sisko: He's a friend.
Bc: Go join your friends.
Sisko: Glad to see you're all right.
Webb: So much for our peaceful demonstration.
Sisko: I know it's not what we talked about, but it's what happened and now we have to deal with it.
Webb: How? It's a madhouse out there and this building is crawling with ghosts.
Sisko: I know. That's the first thing we have to fix. I want you to go out and find gimmies, people you know, people who can be trusted to guard the hostages.
Bashir: If we leave it to the ghosts, there's no telling what could happen.
Webb: I think I know just the people you're looking for.
Sisko: Good. We're going to need them.
Bc: Hey, Bell. You're really missing something over here.
Newscaster: Many of the district employees fleeing the riot have been reported injured and several have yet to be accounted for. There's been no official count of injuries among Sanctuary residents, however satellite pictures show a number of possible casualties. We'll have more on this story as information becomes available.
Chris: This is terrible.
Dax: I've got to get down there.
Chris: What are you talking about?
Dax: My friends are in there.
Chris: I know they are, but there's nothing you can do for them.
Dax: I have to try.
Chris: Jadzia, it is too dangerous. You could get hurt.
Dax: I just can't stay here and watching that place burn, knowing my friends are inside.
Chris: Look, I have friends in the police department. When things settle down a little bit, I'll talk to them.
Dax: I can't wait that long. By the time things settle down, my friends could be hurt or even killed. They don't belong in there. None of those people do. First officer's log, supplemental. Somehow Sisko, Dax, and Bashir have altered Earth's history. We have no choice but to send an away team into the past, to try to find them and to correct the changes to the timeline. The only problem is, we're not exactly sure where to look or when.
O'Brien: According to our computer simulations, the degree of temporal displacement is directly proportional to the number of chroniton particles interacting with the transporter beam. Unfortunately, there's no way to know the exact concentration of particles at the time of the accident, but I've narrowed it down to ten possibilities, each one corresponding with a different time frame. One of them has to be right. We just hope we find the right one before we run out of chroniton particles.
Kira: I feel ridiculous.
Odo: Well, it does effectively disguise your Bajoran heritage.
O'Brien: Just say you broke your nose. On the other hand, maybe you'd better say nothing. I'll do the talking.
Kira: That's fine with me.
Odo: Good luck.
Kira: Energize.
O'Brien: If this is where Commander Sisko and the others materialized, there should be a residual electrostatic charge.
Kira: Kira to Sisko. Kira to Dax. Kira to Bashir.
O'Brien: Judging from this vehicle, I'd say we were somewhere in the mid-twentieth century.
Kira: No one's responding to my hails.
O'Brien: I'm not reading any electrostatic variance or any distress signals. They're definitely not here.
Kira: How long before the transporter re-engages?
O'Brien: About thirty seconds.
O'Brien: Evening.
Kira: I broke my nose.
O'Brien: I told you not to say anything.
Bc: I've got one question for you two. What are all these gimmies doing here?
Webb: I asked them to help.
Bc: And who invited you?
Sisko: I did.
Bc: Look, last time I checked this was my party. That means I get to decide who's on the guest list and who isn't.
Sisko: We needed people we could trust in here.
Bc: What's that supposed to mean?
Sisko: How many ghosts do you know who you can really trust?
Bc: One. Me. And that's enough.
Sisko: No, it isn't. Not here. Not now.
Webb: We need people to guard the building, watch the exits, keep an eye on the hostages when we need to sleep.
Bc: All right, all right, you made your point. Just keep them out of my hair.
Sisko: The important thing we have to decide is what we're going to do with those hostages.
Bc: Don't have to worry about that. I've got it all figured out.
Webb: I bet you do.
Bc: And just to prove I'm not such a bad guy, I'm going to let you two in on it. It's simple. We trade the hostages for our freedom. We get amnesty, a handful of credit chips, and a flight to anywhere we want. Personally, I'm thinking Tasmania.
Sisko: Tasmania.
Bc: Errol Flynn was born in Tasmania. Look, you guys go where you want and I'll go where I want, all right?
Webb: Yeah, and as soon as we step off the plane, they lock us up.
Sisko: Besides, we can't just think about ourselves. There are ten thousand people living in here.
Bc: Well let them get their own hostages.
Webb: No, Gabe is right. This is an opportunity for us to be heard. To let people on the outside know exactly what's going on in here.
Sisko: You want to make demands, I'll give you some demands. We tell them if they want the hostages back, they've got to shut down the Sanctuaries.
Webb: And reinstate the Federal Employment Act.
Bc: Why don't you have them throw in a couple of silk shirts, maybe a penthouse in Singapore. Jobs? You guys want jobs? When are you going to get it? There are no jobs. Not for us, anyway.
Sisko: They'll find jobs. They'll have to. After tonight, they won't be able to ignore us anymore.
Bc: All right. All right, we'll do it your way. I'll log onto the Interface and I'll tell them that we want the District closed.
Sisko: Not you. Him.
Webb: Funny, I would have nominated you.
Bc: What? Is there something wrong with me? I can be as eloquent as the next guy.
Sisko: I'm sure you can. But they can't dismiss Webb as easily as you or me. He's got the face. He's got the family. He's the guy next door. And that's what they need to see.
Webb: My name is Michael Webb. I used to be a Plant Manager at ChemTech Industries. I'm speaking for the residents of Sanctuary District A. We're holding six hostages. We don't want to hurt them. All we want is
Bashir: What happened?
Sisko: Someone cut off our access to the Interface.
Bc: I knew it! I knew this was a waste of time. They don't care. No one cares about us.
Vin: Why should they? You're all a bunch of losers.
Bc: What did you say?
Bernardo: He didn't say anything.
Vin: You heard me. I called you a loser because that's what you are. And this time, you're going to lose big.
Sisko: That's enough!
Vin: Check your e-mail, buddy. You're a loser, too.
Bashir: If you want to get out of here, you'd better hope you're wrong.
Bernardo: Quiet down, Vin. You'll only make things worse.
Vin: I just want these guys to know what they're in for. I bet the National Guard's already has this place surrounded. Sooner or later they'll come rolling right in here, and you people aren't even going to slow them down.
Bc: I really think we should kill this guy.
Preston: Mister Webb, I'm Detective Preston from the SFPD. It's urgent that I speak with you.
Webb: Did you shut off our access to the Interface?
Preston: I'm afraid it's department policy in these types of situations, but it does give us a chance to talk one-on-one
Webb: All right, let's talk.
Preston: First, I want to see the hostages.
Webb: What for?
Preston: I need to make sure they're okay. You said you weren't going to hurt them. I need to know I can count on that.
Bc: Get up. Let's go. They want to see a hostage, let's show them a hostage.
Bc: Take a good look, lady. I've got five more just like her. And if we don't get what we want, they're going to get hurt.
Sisko: I think you've made your point.
Bc: Have I, Detective?
Preston: I'd say so.
Bc: Good.
Preston: Look, if you don't mind, I'd like to speak with Mister Webb again.
Bc: Why would I mind?
Webb: All right, Detective, I'm here.
Preston: Your friend has quite a temper.
Webb: That's because he's angry. We all are.
Sisko: BC, let me ask you something.
Bc: Go ahead.
Sisko: Why do I get the feeling that you're not going to be happy until you've hurt one of those hostages?
Bc: I have to admit, the thought has crossed my mind. It might alleviate some of the stress I'm feeling.
Sisko: I think you'd better find a way to deal with that stress. It's sure to be a lot healthier for you in the long run.
Bc: No kidding. Let me ask you something. You think it looks better like this or like this?
Sisko: It's your head. and your decision.
Webb: Hey, Gabe .Detective Preston wants to meet with me.
Sisko: When?
Webb: Now, by the main gate.
Sisko: May I join you?
Webb: I was hoping you'd say that.
Sisko: Keep an eye on the hostages
Bashir: Got it. Good luck.
Preston: It's been a long night for all of us. You guys must be exhausted.
Webb: We're okay. We could use some breakfast come morning.
Preston: Breakfast for ten thousand? That's a lot of take-out. But in the interest of friendship, I'll do what I can. Now, how about returning the favor and letting me have one of the hostages?
Webb: No hostage, no food. Is that what you're saying?
Preston: Not at all. You'll get the food either way. Giving up one of the hostages would show good faith. Besides, you'd still have five left.
Sisko: Those hostages aren't going anywhere until we get what we want.
Preston: Which is what?
Sisko: We want the Sanctuaries closed and the Federal Employment Act reinstated.
Preston: That's asking a lot.
Sisko: I don't think so. What we want is to get out from behind these walls, to stop having to depend on handouts.
Webb: That's right. All we're asking for is a chance to get back on our feet again. We don't deserve to be locked up in here.
Preston: Obviously I can't make any promises, but I will see to it the Governor hears your demands.
Sisko: You do that.
Bashir: Are you all right?
Vin: Hey, leave her alone.
Bashir: I'm a doctor.
Bernardo: Sure you are.
Lee: You were here the other day, weren't you?
Bashir: That's right. Are you hypoglycemic?
Lee: You really are a doctor.
Bashir: Why didn't you tell someone?
Lee: I was afraid to.
Bashir: I'll see about getting you some medicine. In the meantime I'll try and find you a chocolate bar or something.
Man: I'm going to get some sleep.
Lee: Wasn't he here with you?
Bashir: Bell? We came in together.
Lee: He gave me a false name, didn't he?
Bashir: Well, yes. He got himself into a little trouble a while back and he didn't want you to put his real name on the computer.
Lee: When I first started working here, I processed a woman who had a warrant out on her for abandoning her kid. She couldn't take care of him, so she left him with a family that she worked for over in the Marina. I felt so sorry for her I didn't log her in. I just let her disappear into the Sanctuary.
Bashir: Well, that was very kind of you.
Lee: Almost got me fired when my supervisor found out.
Bashir: What happened to this woman?
Lee: I don't know, but I think about her all the time. Ever since then I've just done my job, you know? Tried not to let it get to me.
Bashir: It's not your fault that things are the way they are.
Lee: Everybody tells themselves that, and nothing ever changes.
Sisko: Hold it!
Sisko: Don't. Don't do it, BC.
Bc: Give me one reason why not.
Sisko: All right.
Bc: You really going to shoot me, Bell? I don't think so.
Sisko: Think again.
Bc: I thought we were on the same side here.
Sisko: We are, but you get on my nerves and I don't like your hat. Now put the gun down.
Vin: Yeah, then you and I can see how tough you really are.
Sisko: Shut up! Now put it down.
Webb: You heard the man.
Bc: You gimmies. No sense of fun.
Sisko: Come here.
Vin: Hey!
Sisko: Now you listen to me closely because I'm not going to say this again. The next time you try something stupid I will make you regret it.
Vin: You trying to scare me?
Sisko: I'm trying to save your life, and the lives of every hostage in that room. And mister, you are not making it easy.
Vin: If you're so concerned about our welfare, why don't you let us go?
Sisko: You don't know what any of this is about, do you? You work here, you see these people every day, how they live, and you just don't get it.
Vin: What do you want me to say? That I feel for them? That they got a bad break? What good would it do?
Sisko: It'd be a start. You get back in that room, and you shut up.
Kira: Kira to Sisko. Kira to Dax. Kira to Bashir.
O'Brien: I'm not picking up any residual electrostatic charge.
Kira: What?
O'Brien: I said I'm not picking up any residual electrostatic charge.
Kira: What?
O'Brien: They're not here!
Kira: Thank you
O'Brien: Uh-oh.
Hippie: Wow.
Webb: Danny.
Danny: Dad.
Bashir: He was outside looking for you.
Webb: Your mother and Jeannie, are they okay?
Danny: They're fine. They're with the Petersons.
Webb: So what are you doing here?
Danny: I wanted to be with you.
Webb: All right. All right, you can stay for a while but when I tell you to go, I don't want any arguments.
Bashir: Now that didn't hurt a bit, did it. I managed to find some glucajen in what was left of the clinic. You should be feeling better soon.
Lee: Thank you.
Bashir: Is that your family?
Bernardo: Yeah.
Vin: Let him see it. Nice looking bunch, huh?
Bashir: Absolutely.
Bernardo: Right now those two kids are sitting at home wondering if they'll ever see their dad again.
Bashir: Look, I realize this won't make what you're going through any easier, but something good will come from all this.
Bernardo: You think they're just going to close down the Sanctuary and let you walk out of here?
Bashir: No, but I do know that someday there won't be a need for places like this.
Lee: I hope you're right. Even though it'll mean I'll be out of a job, I hope you're right.
Bernardo: I just want to get home, you know?
Bashir: I know. So do I.
Preston: The Governor assures me that if you let the hostages go, he'll reduce the charges against you to incitement to riot.
Webb: That's it? What about closing the Sanctuary, what about jobs?
Preston: The Governor intends to form a committee to look into the problems facing the District residents.
Sisko: So what you're telling us is that nothing is going to change.
Preston: I wouldn't say that. But change takes time.
Sisko: You've run out of time.
Preston: Gentlemen, if I were you I would seriously consider taking this offer.
Sisko: Or else what?
Preston: The Governor is not going to let this situation continue forever.
Webb: You tell him if he wants to see those hostages again, he's going to have to do better.
Sisko: Tough talk.
Webb: I was bluffing.
Sisko: I couldn't tell.
Webb: I hope she couldn't either.
Sisko: Try opening that menu.
Bashir: It just brings me back to the same screen. There doesn't seem to be any way of getting past the lockout and logging onto the Net.
Sisko: There has to be.
Bashir: How can you be certain?
Sisko: Because according to history, the residents were able to get onto the Net and tell their side of the story. Millions of people watched.
Bashir: Well no one here's been able to get past the lockout.
Sisko: Maybe it was Bell. And if he did it, we have to also.
Bc: Listen up, everybody. A couple of dims just brought us a little present.
Bc: I don't know about you fellas, but I'm in love.
Bashir: Jadzia.
Bc: You know her?
Dax: Julian.
Bc: Can you believe it? It's the story of my life. All the good ones are taken.
Bashir: You remember my friend Gabe?
Sisko: Gabriel Bell. It's good to see you again.
Dax: Good to see you.
Bc: Allow me to introduce myself. Biddle Coleridge.
Vin: Biddle?
Bc: Hey.
Vin: I didn't say a word.
Dax: I've been looking all over for you.
Webb: Excuse me. You obviously don't live here, so how did you get in?
Dax: I managed to recode my ID card so that I could get past the Sanitation Department checkpoint.
Bc: You crawled in through the sewers? You must really like these guys.
Bashir: You should sit down. You must be exhausted.
Bc: It's too bad. I really think me and her could've had something special.
Dax: So what you're saying is that even if I could get you out, you wouldn't leave.
Sisko: Those hostages have to be protected whatever the cost.
Bashir: You said that one of the men who brought you here took your comm. badge.
Dax: That's right. And it's set to emit a subspace distress signal.
Sisko: Julian, I want you to help Dax find the men who took her comm. badge and then I want you both to get away from this place.
Dax: But if the Defiant locks on to my distress signal and we're not together.
Sisko: As soon as the hostages are in police custody, I'll try to make it back to the beam-in site. If for some reason I can't make it, you'll have to leave without me.
Bashir: Sir, obviously Jadzia has got to leave. If something were to happen to her, it wouldn't take a doctor long to figure out she wasn't human. But you're still going to need help to keep those hostages alive, and if it's all the same to you, I'll stay.
Sisko: All right. See if you can get her comm. badge back. I'll keep trying to log onto the Net.
Bashir: The police cut off our access.
Dax: That's one problem I might be able to help you with.
Bashir: Do you really think you can convince your friend to put us on the Net?
Dax: It'll take some persuading but I think he'll do what's right. This is it. The men who took my comm. badge brought me here before they took me to the Processing Center.
Bashir: Hello? Hello?
Grady: There's nobody here.
Bashir: We just want to talk.
Grady: Woosh! I'm invisible.
Dax: If you say so.
Grady: You can see me?
Bashir: Just barely.
Grady: That's okay. As long as they can't see me.
Dax: Who?
Grady: The aliens. They'll suck your brains out right through your ears.
Dax: I know. You see, I'm an alien.
Grady: I thought so, but you're a good alien.
Dax: Right. I'm here to protect the Earth from its enemies. But I need that piece of jewellry you're holding to do it.
Grady: I understand. Here, you take it. Good luck.
Dax: Thank you. Shh. Don't tell anyone.
Grady: I won't. I won't.
Dax: I came in there. Take care of yourself.
Bashir: We'll see you at the beam-in site.
Chris: Let me see if I understand what you're asking me to do. You want me to override a government block, violate my Interface operating license, and turn over my channels to a bunch of criminals.
Dax: They're not criminals.
Chris: I know that, but they're acting like criminals. They have guns, they have taken hostages.
Dax: So why do you think they're doing it? Don't you want to know? Don't you think that the public deserves to know?
Chris: You are asking me to break the law.
Dax: I am asking you to give those people a voice. Chris, sooner or later, the government is going to retake the Sanctuary District. And when they do, a lot of people are going to die. And unless the public learns why the Sanctuary residents did what they did, all those deaths will be for nothing.
Chris: You know I'll lose my license. But I'll get great ratings.
Henry: My name is Henry Garcia. I've been living here two years now. I came to San Francisco to work in a brewery but they laid a bunch of us off because they got some new equipment. So I ended up here. I've never been in trouble with the law or anything. I don't want to hurt anybody. I just want a chance to work and live like regular people.
Julie: My name is Julie Hess
Preston: Governor, I understand your concern, but I think the use of force would be premature at this time. I am aware that there have been disturbances in other Sanctuary Districts, but we have to think about the hostages. I know I've heard the rumors too, but that's all they are, rumors. If you just give me another chance to talk with Webb and Bell, I. Yes, sir. Of course. We'll do our best.
Preston: The Governor's made up his mind. We move in at oh five hundred.
Odo: No luck?
Kira: Afraid not.
O'Brien: Well, we know one thing. They arrived before the year twenty forty eight.
Odo: How can you be sure?
O'Brien: Because we were just there. And that wasn't the mid-twenty first century I read about in school. It's been changed. I mean, Earth history has been through its rough patches, but never that rough.
Kira: If we limit our search to dates before twenty forty eight, how many possibilities does that leave us with?
O'Brien: According to my calculations, three. But we've only have enough chroniton particles for one more try.
Kira: Well, pick one, Chief. Let's hope you get lucky.
O'Brien: That's my best guess.
Kira: That's good enough for me. Energize.
Kira: Kira to Sisko. Kira to
O'Brien: I'm picking up a comm. badge distress signal. It's Dax.
Kira: Kira to Dax.
Kira: Dax, do you hear me?
Dax: Kira.
Kira: Dax, am I glad to hear your voice.
Dax: Where are you?
O'Brien: We're at the corner of Polk and California.
Dax: I'll meet you there.
Kira: Are Sisko and Bashir with you?
Dax: No. I'll explain everything when I see you.
Kira: The transporter's
Kira: Set to automatically retrieve us in about a minute. You'd better deactivate your comm. badge.
Dax: Acknowledged.
O'Brien: We can reactivate them tomorrow in time for the next beam out.
Kira: Should be interesting.
Vin: Best ball club I ever saw? The ninety nine Yankees, no doubt about it.
Bernardo: Get out of here. The fifteen Kings could've taken them any day.
Vin: Come on.
Bernardo: Am I right?
Bashir: I wouldn't know. I prefer tennis.
Vin: Tennis?
Lee: Soccer.
Vin: It's up to you, Bell.
Sisko: I don't think there's any question. The Kings. Fifteen was Buck Bokai's rookie year.
Vin: That's all they had going for them.
Bc: I've been up on the roof. It looks like another National Guard unit arrived. There's something's going on out there.
Sisko: Everybody on your feet.
Webb: What are you doing?
Sisko: They'll be safer in there. Let's go. I want you in there with them. Make sure they keep their heads down.
Bashir: I'll see if I can find something to block the door.
Webb: Danny. Danny, wake up. Come on, it's time for you to go.
Danny: I want to be here with you.
Webb: I'll meet up with you later. Tell your mom I love her and give your sister a kiss for me. Go on, now. Go on.
Bc: Hey, kid.
Bc: Yeah, I thought so. Looks good on you. Now get lost.
Bc: What the hell. It's probably raining in Tasmania, anyway.
Webb: I'm going to talk to Preston and find out what's going on.
Webb: Oh my god.
Vin: Stop shooting, damn it! We're okay!
Sisko: Hold it! No!
Police: Don't move. Clear. Damage control. Freeze!
Vin: I'm a hostage, you idiot!
Police: Blue leader, this is team one. The Processing Center is secure.
Vin: What's wrong with you people? You could've gotten us all killed.
Police: There were rumors you were dead.
Vin: Do I look dead to you?
Police: Our orders were to pacify the building
Vin: Yeah? Well you certainly did a good job.
Bashir: I'm a doctor.
Vin: Leave him alone.
Police: I copy. All right, listen up. There's trouble on Second Street.
Vin: You go pacify Second Street. Officer Calvera and I can handle things in here. Give me that.
Police: All right, men. Let's move.
Vin: How is he?
Bashir: Lucky. He'll live.
Sisko: The next time I tell you to stay down, you
Vin: Gotcha.
Sisko: Yeah. What about Webb?
Medic: Keep the pressure on.
Medic 2: Over here, quick.
Boy: Mommy? Mommy?
Vin: How could we have let this happen?
Bashir: The question is, how do we stop it from happening again.
Bernardo: So what do we do with them?
Vin: I don't know.
Sisko: You could let us go.
Vin: All right.
Bernardo: Vin!
Vin: They saved our lives back there.
Bernardo: How can we explain what happened to them?
Vin: Give me your ID cards.
Sisko: It's in my pocket.
Vin: We'll switch these with two of the casualties. As far as anybody knows, you both died here. Is that okay with you, Bell?
Sisko: Thanks.
Vin: My pleasure.
Bernardo: Come on, let's get you out of here.
Vin: Anything else we can do for you?
Sisko: There is one more thing.
Vin: Name it.
Sisko: Tell people the truth about what happened here.
Vin: I would've done that anyway. First officer's log, supplemental. Upon returning to the present with our missing crewmembers, we were relieved to diskover that the timeline had been restored.
Sisko: Come in.
Bashir: How do you feel?
Sisko: Better.
Bashir: I thought you might like to see this. I found it in the historical database.
Sisko: I'm not looking forward to explaining this to Starfleet Command.
Bashir: Well, at least it's a good picture. You know, Commander, having seen a little of the twenty first century there is one thing I don't understand. How could they have let things get so bad?
Sisko: That's a good question. I wish I had an answer.


Leanne: Jake! Hi!
Jake: Leanne. I thought you were on Bajor.
Leanne: I came back early. You know, I was just thinking about you.
Jake: Really?
Leanne: Yeah. I passed by the Klingon restaurant and I was thinking about the time you and I and Orak were eating dinner
Jake: And you ordered the gagh. How is Orak? I haven't talked to him in a while.
Leanne: We stopped seeing each other a few weeks ago.
Jake: Oh.
Leanne: Yeah. So, are you doing anything tomorrow night?
Jake: I'm supposed to play dom-jot with Nog.
Leanne: Oh.
Jake: But they're not really firm plans. In fact, I was thinking of canceling them.
Leanne: Really? If you do cancel, would you be interested in dinner?
Jake: Sure.
Leanne: Great. How about eighteen hundred at the Klingon restaurant?
Jake: I'll be there. But this time we'll skip the gagh.
Leanne: Definitely. I'll see you then.
Jake: Okay.
Odo: Move aside! Look out! Move! Move!
Bashir: What have we got?
O'Brien: Bajoran transport coming in. They had some kind of accident on board. They've got casualties.
Odo: They're docking.
Bashir: We should have beamed the wounded directly to the Infirmary.
O'Brien: They have a loose plasma coil. We couldn't beam through the radiation.
Odo: Docking clamps secure. I'm opening the airlock. Stand back.
O'Brien: Come on.
Odo: This way, this way. It's all right.
Nurse: Here, I've got you.
Odo: It's all right. Come along now.
Bajoran: This way, Eminence.
Bashir: Kai Winn?
Winn: The Vedek. Take care of the Vedek.
Odo: Odo to Kira.
Kira: Kira here.
Odo: I think you should meet us in the Infirmary, Major.
Odo: Vedek Bareil was on the transport. He's been injured.
O'Brien: The report from the transport, sir.
Sisko: Give me the short version.
O'Brien: There was a molecular fracture in one of the warp plasma conduits. It was only a matter of time before it gave way. Once it collapsed the entire relay system exploded.
Winn: Was it sabotage?
O'Brien: I don't think so.
Kira: Why would you suspect sabotage?
Winn: I would prefer to discuss that with the Emissary in private.
Bashir: Put a pressor field on that artery.
Nurse: The arterial disruption is too severe the pressor can't stop the hemorrhaging.
Bashir: All right. Clamp off the artery and then increase the plasma level to maximum.
Nurse: Cardiac arrest.
Bashir: Clear.
Bashir: Clear.
Bashir: He can't take much more of that.
Nurse: The arterial pressure is falling.
Bashir: I see it.
Nurse: The neurotransmitter levels are falling too.
Bashir: Two cc's cordrazine.
Nurse: Doctor?
Bashir: Do it.
Bashir: Synaptic failure. Apply direct neuro-stimulation to the brainstem.
Winn: Thank you. Vedek Bareil and I were on our way to a secret meeting with a member of the Cardassian Central Command. It was my intention to open talks between Bajor and Cardassia that would lead to a treaty and to a final peace settlement.
Sisko: You have been negotiating peace with Cardassia?
Winn: The Prophets teach us that while violence may keep an enemy at bay, only peace can make him a friend.
Sisko: How long has this been going on?
Winn: Vedek Bareil has been working to set up this meeting with Legate Turrel for the past five months. They've discussed issues ranging from war reparations to the exchange of ambassadors. There's even the possibility that the Cardassians will issue a formal apology for the pain and suffering inflicted on the Bajoran people during the occupation. I was on my way to our first face-to-face meeting when we had the accident.
Sisko: Please, don't take this the wrong way, but I never would've guessed that you would be the one to bring such a bold vision of peace to Bajor.
Winn: A large share of the credit goes to Vedek Bareil. Without him, the talks could have never come this far.
Sisko: It sounds like you've developed a deeper appreciation for Vedek Bareil.
Winn: I must admit he has been a loyal and trustworthy aide since the election. I'm not sure I could have been as forgiving if I'd been in his place. These talks were Bareil's idea. He's guided me through them, and without him in the future, these talks may never resume.
Bashir: I'm sorry. The radiation severely damaged his neural pathways. I did everything I could.
Kira: I know you did. Did he ever regain consciousness?
Bashir: No. I don't think he suffered.
Kira: Thank you, Doctor. I'm on duty in Ops. Excuse me.
Bashir: Kira. I think they can get along without you in Ops today.
Kira: Maybe, but I need to be there. I appreciate your concern but I'll grieve in my own way in my own time.
Nurse: We're ready to begin the autopsy, Doctor.
Bashir: Release the stasis field. Let's begin with a neural scan. I want to map his central axonal pathways, find out where the breakdown began.
Nurse: Shall I begin taking neural tissue samples?
Bashir: Looks like the damage began in the parietal lobe, spread through the rest of the brain in a retrograde manner.
Bashir: Wait a minute. A neuron just fired in his cerebral cortex. There it is again. His nerves. His nerves are still transmitting electrical impulses to his brain
Nurse: How can that be? His brain activity level is zero. His nervous system should be completely inactive.
Bashir: I don't know but it means his body's still capable of sending messages to the brain, even though the brain can't process them. The radiation he was exposed to might have fortified his peripheral cell membranes. If we can regenerate his pathways with his own neuron cells, we might be able to revive him.
Nurse: What about brain damage? There's been no oxygen to his brain for almost forty minutes.
Bashir: But he's been in stasis for most of that time. That, combined with the strengthening of his cell membranes might buy us the time we need.
Bashir: We'll have to direct a burst of electrical energy into his cerebral cortex. If the burst is the proper intensity, it should create a cascade effect within the brain and the neurons might resume their normal firing pattern. Okay. Let's close up the cranial cavity.
Bashir: The neurogenic stimulator is in place. Let's try a fifty millivolt burst.
Bashir: Increase it to sixty.
Bashir: Seventy.
Nurse: That's five millivolts above what normal tissue can withstand. It'll burn out his cerebral cortex.
Bashir: If I'm right, the inaprovaline drug I gave him should provide additional resistance against the excess electro-stimulation. Seventy.
Nurse: Doctor!
Bashir: Well, it's a little early to tell, but I'm hoping he'll make a full recovery. He should be back on his feet again in a few weeks.
Sisko: You say that so calmly, but it's not every doctor that can lose a patient and then has him back on his feet in a few weeks.
Winn: Indeed, you are too modest. You've performed nothing less than a miracle here. The Prophets must walk with you, Doctor.
Bashir: Well, I and the Prophets, were lucky that the ionizing radiation left a residual signature on Bareil's axonal pathways. That's what really made this possible.
Bareil: Whoever deserves the credit, Doctor, I am grateful.
Winn: And I am grateful you were not taken from us, Vedek Bareil.
Bareil: My work here is not yet finished.
Winn: No, it is not. We must resume the negotiations immediately. We can't risk losing the momentum we've established. I would like to send a coded message to Legate Turrel and invite him to come to DS Nine to continue the talks.
Bashir: Wait a minute. Bareil's in no condition to conduct negotiations.
Winn: Bareil will simply be advising me. I will conduct the actual talks.
Bashir: I'll allow it as long as your visits don't tire him.
Winn: Agreed. Vedek, we will talk again soon.
Bareil: Eminence.
Bareil: So, are we going to be playing springball next month?
Kira: You bet, although I'm afraid I'll have an unfair advantage.
Bareil: You mean playing against a dead man?
Kira: No. I've been practicing.
Nog: My Dad said that you were looking for me.
Jake: Yeah. It's about tomorrow night
Nog: Don't worry, I've already taken care of that. I met these three Terrellians who were bragging about how great they are at dom-jot. So I arranged a game, us against them.
Jake: Nog, we have a little problem.
Nog: No, we don't. I guarantee we'll beat them.
Jake: It's not that. I just can't make it tomorrow night.
Nog: But it has to be tomorrow night. They're leaving the next day.
Jake: I, I made other plans.
Nog: What could be more important than dom-jot?
Jake: I have a date.
Nog: Oh. Well, that's different.
Jake: It is?
Nog: Yeah. Money is money, but women are better.
Jake: Is that a Rule of Acquisition?
Nog: It's a personal rule. So, who is she?
Jake: Leanne.
Nog: Leanne! Way to go, Jake. So, what is the name of my date? I hope she's as cute as Leanne.
Jake: Your date?
Nog: She has a friend, right?
Jake: I'm sure she does.
Nog: Then tell her to bring her along.
Jake: Nog, that's not what I had in mind.
Nog: That's because you were confused. Would you rather the three of us go out?
Jake: When you put it that way.
Nog: Exactly. Just one thing, Jake. You're still pretty new at this dating business. Just promise me you won't do anything to embarrass me.
Jake: I'll do my best.
Nog: Ah, this'll be great. Maybe I'll even wash my lobes.
Bareil: I suggest that we put off discussion of the Cardassians returning the Orbs until diplomatic relations have been established.
Winn: That would only delay an inevitable argument.
Bareil: But it will give the peace process a chance to grow. Once the Cardassians are invested in the process, it may be easier to discuss these matters.
Winn: Very well.
Bareil: A wise decision, Eminence.
Winn: I hope so, Vedek Bareil. The first meeting with Turrel is scheduled for tomorrow afternoon. I will see you again before then.
Bareil: I take it you're not here to deliver a good report, Doctor?
Bashir: In order to revive you, I had to flood your nervous system with neurogenic radiation. Unfortunately, this has caused some kind of selective vaso-constriction of your arteries. The result is an inadequate blood flow to your internal organs.
Bareil: So what do we do?
Bashir: We'd like to place you back into stasis, do some research on your condition.
Bareil: For how long?
Bashir: I don't know yet. Days, weeks even months.
Bareil: Maybe even years?
Bashir: Maybe.
Bareil: I'm sorry, Doctor, that's not acceptable. I can't allow myself to be put in storage when my people need me. I don't want to wake to a Bajor still haunted by the memory of the occupation.
Bashir: I realize how important these talks are to Bajor, but as your physician my duty is to you first.
Bareil: And I have a duty to Bajor. Please, help me heal my people. It's the only thing that matters to me.
Bashir: There is an experimental drug called Vasokin which would increase the blood flow to your organs and might enable you to function normally for a while. But there is a great deal of risk attached.
Bareil: What sort of risk?
Bashir: In twenty two percent of cases, Vasokin has severely damaged the patient's lungs, kidneys, even heart. Sometimes the brain. In your condition, it could even be fatal.
Bareil: But it would allow me to function normally for the next few days?
Bashir: Yes. But why risk your life for a few days?
Bareil: I have no great desire to die, Doctor, but I am determined to carry out the will of the Prophets as long as I am able, and I cannot carry out their will if I am unconscious in some stasis tube. Please, begin the Vasokin treatment.
Bashir: All right. We'll start this afternoon. I only hope we don't regret this.
Bareil: So do I.
Sisko: Captain's log, stardate 48498.4. Legate Turrel has arrived aboard the station to resume the negotiations. Vedek Bareil suggested that I sit in on the talks as an impartial observer, and Kai Winn has agreed.
Turrel: Perhaps you didn't hear me. There are no Bajoran prisoners left in Cardassian hands.
Sisko: Maybe we should redefine our terms. Perhaps there are no official prisoners but are there be a number of, shall we say, detainees?
Turrel: There are, of course, people being detained at the Justice Ministry for crimes against the state, but that is a discussion for another time. Now, I would like to discuss what you've called war reparations. We would be willing to pay for the destruction of all Bajoran property incurred during the occupation as long as you would be willing to return to us all Cardassian property and equipment left behind on Bajor.
Winn: What sort of property?
Turrel: I can provide you with lists of material, equipment, as long as we have an agreement in principle that anything of Cardassian origin does still belong to the Cardassian people.
Winn: I will consider your offer.
Turrel: Good. Shall we take a recess?
Winn: He's up to something.
Sisko: That much seems clear.
Winn: But what? Why is he insisting on this principle of his? I need Bareil. He's the only one who knows the entire negotiating record. Bareil has been talking with Turrel for months. He understands him, respects him. I think he even likes him.
Sisko: I'm afraid you may have to face the possibility that Bareil may not be able to help you much longer.
Winn: I was chosen by the Prophets to lead our people into a new era. I know that. But I was not meant to be in a room with a Cardassian debating legalisms and diplomatic nuances. I can't do this without Bareil. If he dies, then peace with Cardassia dies with him.
Leanne: My father used to take me to the wilderness preserves on Vulcan, so for years I thought their planet was like, animals and plants everywhere. I had no idea there were people on Vulcan.
Nog: Boy, Jake, she talks a lot for a female.
Leanne: Excuse me?
Jake: Riska ,weren't you telling me your uncle runs a bar on Osinar Six? You know, Nog's uncle runs this bar.
Riska: Is that right?
Nog: Let's not make foolish conversation. Just sit there and look beautiful.
Jake: Nog, what do you think you're doing?
Nog: I think I know how to handle females. Jake, you know, I've been thinking. After we're done eating, we could take the females to the holosuites. I borrowed one of my uncle's private programs, The Massacre on Ferris Six. We could spend an hour pillaging and looting the frightened townspeople.
Riska: I don't think so.
Nog: No one's asking you to think, my dear. Here, make yourself useful. Cut up my food for me.
Riska: You must be joking.
Nog: She's so dumb. She's perfect.
Riska: That's it.
Jake: Wait, you're not leaving?
Leanne: I suppose you want me to sit here and cut your food for you, too?
Jake: I never said anything about cutting
Leanne: I hope you and your friend enjoy your holosuite. Come on.
Jake: Nog!
Nog: Don't say another word, Jake. I think you've done enough damage for one night.
Jake: Me?
Nog: Yeah, you. You were treating my female as if she was an equal.
Jake: And you were behaving like an idiot. This is the last time I'll ever do a favor for you. From now on you get your own dates.
Nog: And you can find someone else to play dom-jot with.
Jake: Fine!
Nog: Good!
Bareil: Turrel is trying to get a concession from you that I already rejected. Tell him that the question of Cardassian property on Bajor was already dealt with in the Armistice talks four years ago. Don't worry, he'll still pay the reparations.
Winn: What about this question of mining rights? His attention has been wandering. He's in pain. Give him more of the drug.
Bashir: He's had enough.
Winn: Then you'll need to give him something else. The negotiations resume in less than six hours and we still have forty pages.
Bashir: Listen to me. I don't care about your negotiations, and I don't care about your treaty. All I care about is my patient, and at the moment he needs more medical care and less politics. Now, you can either leave here willingly or I'll call security and have you thrown out.
Kira: You won't need to call them. I'll do it myself.
Winn: Put yourself in the hands of the Prophets, Bareil. They will not forsake you.
Bareil: Yes, Eminence.
Kira: Is there anything I can do?
Bareil: Just be here. I'm beginning to dislike seeing that look on your face, Doctor.
Bashir: As I feared, the Vasokin has already damaged your internal organs.
Kira: What happens now?
Bashir: I can replace the damaged organs with artificial implants, but as long as you're taking the drug I can't guarantee that the damage won't spread. I think you should reconsider letting me put you in stasis.
Bareil: I'm afraid my mind's made up. Just get me through the negotiations. I must carry out the will of the Prophets. Please. Whatever it takes, just do it.
Winn: Are you going to call security and have me removed from this room now, Doctor?
Bashir: It hadn't occurred to me. Yet.
Winn: How is Bareil?
Bashir: The organ replacement surgery went well. He's still unconscious, but he should be awake within the hour.
Winn: Oh, good. There are still several points I have to discuss with him before the next negotiating session.
Bashir: That's why I'm here. When you see Bareil, I want you to tell him that you don't need him, that you can complete these negotiations without him.
Winn: But I do need him, Doctor.
Bashir: I realize that. But I want you to tell him that you don't.
Winn: You seem to be asking me to lie.
Bashir: I'm asking you to free Bareil of his obligations to you. The only way he'll accept that is if you tell him he's no longer needed, that you can go on without him. Now, if that's a lie, then so be it.
Winn: That doesn't sound like a Starfleet officer.
Bashir: I'm a doctor first. And right now, I'm trying to give my patient his best chance to live. The only way to do that is to put him in stasis. Bareil knows that, but his desire to complete these negotiations is so strong that he's forcing me to keep him conscious and mentally alert, even though it may kill him.
Winn: None of us wants that to happen, Doctor. But if I'm not mistaken, the decision regarding Bareil's treatment is up to him.
Bashir: Yes. As the patient, it is his right to make that choice. But I'm asking you to help me change his mind. Eminence, you're the Kai. These are your negotiations. Let this be your moment in history. Finish the talks on your own and you won't have to share the credit with anyone.
Winn: You say that as though success is guaranteed, Doctor.
Bashir: Of course. If the talks fail, you'll need someone to accept the blame. A scapegoat. You're a coward. You're afraid to stand alone.
Winn: Bareil's already made his decision, Doctor. I won't interfere. And Doctor? I won't forget what you've said here.
Bashir: Neither will I.
Sisko: So, you never told me about your double-date.
Jake: Not much to tell
Sisko: That's not what I hear. Quark tells me that you and Nog aren't speaking to each other.
Jake: You should've seen the way he acted, Dad. He was acting like a spoiled brat. I've never been so embarrassed. I don't think Leanne will ever speak to me again.
Sisko: So what did he do?
Jake: All kinds of stupid things. Riska couldn't even say two words without him telling her to be quiet. And he insisted that she cut up his food for him. He was treating her like she was some kind of slave.
Sisko: Sounds like he's acting like a Ferengi to me. You can't blame him for that.
Jake: Well, in that case, maybe you were right all along.
Sisko: About what?
Jake: You once said that Humans and Ferengis are too different to ever really be friends.
Sisko: I remember saying that. And you know what? I was wrong. You and Nog proved that. Sure, you have your cultural differences, but there's a real bond between you.
Jake: Well, I know one thing. I'm never going to set him up on a date again.
Sisko: I think you two should talk this over before it becomes too big a problem.
Jake: I'm not sure Nog is going to be willing to talk to me so soon.
Sisko: Well, I guess you'll have to do something to get his attention.
Bashir: What happened?
Nurse: I don't know.
Bashir: Two cc's morphenolog. It's all right, it's all right. You're getting help. You're getting help. I thought I made it clear there were to be no visitors for the next three hours.
Winn: It's not her fault, Doctor. Bareil called me himself. He said he had some ideas on the treaty.
Bashir: And you just couldn't wait to hear them, could you. His left temporal lobe is showing signs of massive synaptic failure. Well, I hope you got all the advice you needed, Eminence, because the Vasokin has damaged his brain and that damage is irreversible.
Sisko: Will he regain consciousness?
Bashir: Not in his present condition.
Winn: You were able to replace some of his internal organs with artificial implants. Could you do something similar with the damaged parts of his brain?
Bashir: It's hard to say with any certainty. There's still a great deal about the way the brain operates we don't understand. One of my professors at medical school used to say that the brain had a spark of life that can't be replicated. If we begin to replace parts of Bareil's brain with artificial implants, that spark may be lost.
Kira: But you're saying if we don't do it, Bareil will never regain consciousness and he'll die.
Sisko: I think we need to consider what Bareil would want us to do.
Winn: Vedek Bareil wanted these negotiations to be completed, no matter what the cost.
Bashir: With all due respect, your Eminence, you're hardly an impartial observer here. You have a personal interest in these talks.
Winn: There is more at stake than one man's life.
Bashir: One man's life is all I'm concerned with at the moment.
Kira: I think she's right, Julian. I think Bareil would want the positronic implants.
Bashir: Kira, if I go through with this, the man who wakes up may not be the man you used to know.
Kira: I realize that, but I know how important this is to him, and I know he wouldn't want to just be put into stasis indefinitely, waiting for some medical solution that may never come. Do the surgery, Julian. Let him finish what he started.
Odo: Mister Sisko.
Jake: Odo, I'd like you to do me a favor. I want to be arrested.
Nog: Argh! This is outrageous! I didn't steal anything from a Tholian Ambassador!
Odo: Just another innocent man arrested for a crime he didn't commit.
Nog: What is he doing here?
Odo: As if you didn't know. Your accomplice here has also denied involvement, but I have an eyewitness who saw both of you breaking into the Tholian Ambassador's quarters last night.
Nog: I don't even know what a Tholian looks like!
Odo: Tell it to the Magistrate.
Nog: At least put me in my own cell.
Odo: I'm sorry the quarters aren't to your liking. Please feel free to submit a complaint to the management.
Bashir: The positronic implant is functioning normally. The mid-brain interface is online and he's awake.
Kira: Bareil?
Bareil: Yes, Major.
Kira: How are you feeling?
Bareil: Awake. Everything is different.
Kira: Different? In what way?
Bareil: It's hard to explain, but when you touch me, it doesn't seem real. It's more like the distant memory of a touch.
Winn: Vedek, do you remember the negotiations? I have some questions for you.
Bareil: Of course, Eminence. I will do all I can.
Nog: Something's wrong.
Jake: No kidding.
Nog: That's not what I mean. My father told me that if I got caught stealing again, he would send me back to live on the Ferengi homeworld with my grandmother. So where is he? Why isn't he here yelling and threatening me? And where's Uncle Quark? I'm late for work. And come to think of it, what are you doing here?
Jake: Ask Odo.
Nog: No, no, no. Throwing you in here wasn't Odo's idea. You don't just arrest the station commander's son without some really strong evidence. And I know there is no evidence because I know we didn't do anything. So why are we in here, Jake?
Jake: All right. I put Odo up to this because I wanted to talk to you.
Nog: In here?
Jake: I didn't think you'd listen to me otherwise.
Nog: Well, this better be good.
Jake: I wanted to say I'm sorry. I guess I just forgot you're a Ferengi.
Nog: You forgot? To most people, the lobes are a dead giveaway.
Jake: What I mean is, we spend so much time together and we seem so much alike, I sometimes forget we're different.
Nog: I know we're different. I mean, anyone who talks to a female with fawning respect is no Ferengi. It made me sick.
Jake: You want to talk about sick? Sick is making Riska cut up your food for you.
Nog: At least I didn't have her chew.
Jake: Chew it?
Nog: That's right. In traditional Ferengi homes, the females soften the food with her teeth before they give it to the males.
Jake: That is disgusting.
Nog: I knew you would react that way, which is why I didn't have her do it.
Jake: Well, do you have any other disgusting Ferengi customs I should know about?
Nog: Plenty. And I know plenty of human customs that disgust me.
Jake: Great. So we both disgust each other. You know, as we get older, this is just going to get worse. But I know one thing. I don't want to lose you as a friend.
Nog: Well, in that case, double-dating is definitely out.
Jake: Agreed. And I guess we'll just have to deal with the rest of our disgusting habits as they come up.
Nog: I guess so. You feel better?
Jake: Yeah.
Nog: Good. Now can we get out of here?
Jake: Sure. Odo? Odo? He's just playing around. Odo!
Sisko: Captain's log, supplemental. Kai Winn has announced that Legate Turrel has signed the peace treaty. The news has sent a shockwave throughout the quadrant. And although there is still some opposition from hard-line elements on both Bajor and Cardassia, it looks as though they're finally willing to put their long conflict behind them.
Dax: Remind me not to invite you to my next party.
Bashir: I'm sorry. I guess I'm sort of casting a pall over this gathering.
Dax: Julian, no one's expecting you to provide entertainment. But you should try to enjoy yourself. After all, this celebration is for you, too.
Bashir: Frankly, I can't imagine what I've done deserves a celebration.
Dax: You kept him alive against incredible odds. No matter what happens, you should always be proud of that.
Quark: Excuse me, your Eminence.
Winn: Yes?
Quark: Kai Winn, allow me to introduce Kai Winn.
Winn: I don't understand.
Quark: In honor of the occasion, I've named my latest creation after you. It's a chocolate soufflé with Haligian tongue sauce.
Winn: Well, I'm very honored.
Quark: And you're also very popular. Believe me, I can't keep up with the orders so far.
Nurse: Medical emergency. Doctor Bashir to the Infirmary.
Winn: Please, excuse me.
Kira: It's the other half of his brain, isn't it? But you can still help him can't you? You can replace the other half of his brain with a positronic matrix.
Bashir: I'm sorry, Nerys, but this is where it ends.
Kira: What do you mean?
Bashir: I won't remove whatever last shred of humanity Bareil has left.
Kira: But you can do it.
Winn: Perhaps, child, it is time to listen to Doctor Bashir.
Kira: Sure. You've got your peace treaty, your place in history. You don't need Bareil anymore.
Winn: Believe me child, I share your pain. But I think the Prophets are calling to Bareil. I will see to it that Bajor never forgets him. Doctor.
Kira: Julian, you can't give up now. You have to keep going.
Bashir: Nerys, if I remove the rest of his brain and replace it with a machine, he may look like Bareil, he may even talk like Bareil, but he won't be Bareil. The spark of life will be gone. He'll be dead. And I'll be the one who killed him.
Kira: But if we do nothing he'll die.
Bashir: That's right, he will. But he'll die like a man, not a machine. Please, don't make me fight you on this one. Just let him go.
Kira: How much time?
Bashir: All brain activity should cease within the next three hours.
Kira: I'd like to stay with him until then.
Bashir: Of course.
Kira: You got your treaty. I just wish we'd had more time for us. There's so much I never told you, but this is the time we have left so I'd better say it now. I'll never forget the first time I saw you, the day you came to the station. You had such a serenity about you. I thought you had all the answers. It really got on my nerves for a while. But then I got to know you and I realized you were just as confused as the rest of us. You just accepted your confusion better than anyone I've ever known. That's when I realized I loved you.


Scene: First Officer's log, stardate 48521.5. Odo and I are returning to Deep Space Nine after reviewing security procedures at Prophet's Landing, the Bajoran Colony closest to the Cardassian Border.
Kira: Those orbital sensor platforms should give the colonists plenty of advanced warning in case the Cardassians ever decide to violate the new treaty.
Odo: Hopefully.
Kira: How did your meeting with Security Chief Bemar go?
Odo: Fine.
Kira: Was he properly impressed by the depth of your expertise?
Odo: Huh.
Kira: Odo, is something bothering you?
Odo: What makes you say that?
Kira: Well for one thing, you haven't said five words to me since we left Prophet's Landing.
Odo: Huh.
Kira: Look, if I've done something to offend you, I wish you'd tell me what it is.
Odo: It's not important.
Kira: Whatever you say.
Odo: It's certainly not worth making an issue about.
Kira: Well, glad to hear it.
Odo: It's just When Governor Avesta invited us to dinner at his house
Kira: Go on.
Odo: You said no.
Kira: And?
Odo: You never bothered to ask me if I wanted to go.
Kira: You wanted to go to the governor's house for dinner?
Odo: Not particularly.
Kira: Well then, what's the problem?
Odo: The problem is you never asked what I wanted.
Kira: Odo, you don't eat. Besides, you hate socializing with people you don't know.
Odo: Well that's beside the point. I would have liked to have been consulted, that's all.
Kira: You're right. Next time we are invited out for dinner, I'll make sure you are the one to say no.
Odo: I'd appreciate that.
Kira: Hold on. I'm picking up a wide band subspace transmission from a Lissepian supply ship. They've just been attacked by a Maquis interceptor.
Odo: Long range sensors are detecting a modified Peregrine class courier ship, lightly armed, one man crew, bearing two six eight mark three oh one.
Kira: The Maquis use Peregrine class courier ships. The Lissepians didn't sustain any serious damage. I'm going after him.
Odo: Right.
Kira: I don't know what the Maquis have done to that ship's engines, but it's fast.
Odo: Not fast enough. We're closing on him.
Kira: We'd better catch him soon. We're entering the Badlands.
Odo: Wait a minute, I've lost him. The Badlands' plasma fields are disrupting our sensors.
Kira: Increase the sensor bandwidth. That should compensate for the interference.
Odo: I hope you're right.
Kira: He can't have gotten far. He's got to somewhere in this solar system.
Odo: There he is. It looks like he's trying to land on one of the moons orbiting that gas giant.
Kira: I'm following him in.
Odo: Something's wrong with his ship. It looks like his attitude stabilizers have failed.
Kira: Can you get a transporter lock on him?
Odo: Too much interference. He's trying to land on that moon. We've lost him.
Kira: Did he make it?
Odo: I don't know. Something in the moon's atmosphere is jamming our sensors.
Kira: Then I guess we'll have to land and see for ourselves.
O'Brien: O'Brien to Sisko.
Sisko: Go ahead.
O'Brien: Commander
O'Brien: There's someone here to see you.
Sisko: Who is it?
O'Brien: It's Nog.
Sisko: Nog?
Nog: Tell him it's urgent.
O'Brien: He says it's urgent.
Sisko: Send him in.
Nog: I told you he'd see me.
Nog: Commander, first let me express my most sincere thanks for allowing me to speak with you.
Sisko: You're welcome. Now, what is this all about?
Nog: I wanted to give you this.
Nog: Open it.
Sisko: What's this?
Nog: It's latinum.
Sisko: I know it's latinum, but why are you giving it to me?
Nog: Yesterday I completed the Ferengi Attainment Ceremony. I'm an adult.
Sisko: Congratulations.
Nog: Thank you.
Sisko: But that doesn't explain this.
Nog: According to Ferengi by-laws, section one oh five, subparagraph ten, upon reaching adulthood, Ferengi males must purchase an apprenticeship from a suitable role model. I choose you.
Sisko: You want to be my apprentice?
Nog: That's right. I want to be the first Ferengi in Starfleet. Now, who do I see about getting a uniform?
Sisko: Nog, if you want to become a Starfleet Officer, you have to attend the Academy.
Nog: All right. Where do I sign up?
Sisko: It's not that simple. As a non-Federation citizen, you need a letter of reference from a command level officer before you can even take the entrance exam.
Nog: A command level officer? You mean, like you?
Sisko: Well, yes. Like me.
Nog: Then you'll write the letter.
Sisko: I'll think about it.
Nog: Thank you, Commander. I know you'll make the right decision.
Sisko: Aren't you forgetting something?
Nog: Keep it. Consider it a token of my appreciation.
Odo: The tricorders are useless. The atmospheric ionization is jamming their transponders.
Kira: You're sure he's in these caverns?
Odo: Well, he wasn't in the wreckage of his ship. And given the weather conditions on the surface, there's no way anyone could survive out there for very long, so that leaves
Kira: That's the third quake since we got here. This moon must be seismically unstable.
Odo: The sooner we find our fugitive, the better off we'll be.
Kira: Finding him isn't going to be easy. These caverns could go on forever. With all this seismic activity, I don't want to stay here any longer than we have to. I say we split up. We meet back here in twenty minutes, and if we haven't found him by then, we may have to leave without him.
Odo: If he's smart, he'll let us find him. A Federation prison would be paradise compared to this place.
Kira: Let's hope he's smart.
Odo: I'll see you in twenty minutes.
Kira: Kira to Odo. Odo, can you hear me?
Odo: This is Odo. I can barely hear you.
Kira: Odo, I'm trapped. I need your help. Come quickly. Odo, do you read me?
Odo: Stay where you are, Major. I'm on my way.
Kira: Odo, is that you?
Odo: I'm right here, Major.
Kira: Odo, am I glad to see you.
Odo: What's wrong?
Kira: You're not going to believe this. My foot is stuck.
Odo: Stuck? How?
Kira: I don't know. I must've stepped in a fissure or something. I can't get it loose.
Odo: Let me take a look.
Odo: It's not a fissure.
Kira: Then what is it?
Odo: Your foot's been encased in some kind of crystal. And from the look of things the crystal is spreading.
Odo: Now you're sure you can't pull it loose?
Kira: Oh, believe me, I've tried.
Odo: Maybe if you slip your foot out of your boot.
Kira: I can barely feel my foot. The crystal is pressing against it so hard, there's no way I can get my boot off.
Odo: Hold on a minute.
Odo: This might hurt a bit.
Kira: Go ahead.
Odo: I fail to see the humor in this situation.
Kira: Come on, Odo, it's pretty ridiculous, don't you think? The two of us being outsmarted by a chunk of crystal.
Odo: I'm not giving up just yet.
Kira: Neither am I. Hand me my phaser.
Odo: Are you sure this is a good idea? If you're not careful
Kira: I may blow off my foot and Julian the have a chance to prove what a wonderful doctor he is? Don't worry, I have no intention of giving him the opportunity. Stand back.
Kira: I guess that wasn't such a good idea after all.
Odo: The crystal formation seems to have somehow fed off the energy from your phaser.
Odo: Odo to Mekong. Two to beam out. Energize. Odo to Mekong. I can't contact the runabout. There's too much interference. I'll have to walk back to the landing site and try to transport you from there.
Kira: Are you worried about leaving me here?
Odo: Now that you mention it, yes.
Kira: I'll be fine, Odo. I promise not to go anywhere.
Rom: Nog, hand me that phase matrix recalibrator.
Nog: Here you are, Father.
Quark: Is it fixed yet?
Rom: Not yet, brother.
Quark: What's taking so long?
Nog: We're working as fast as we can. The replicators' entire power supply grid has been shorted out.
Rom: I told you, brother, if you don't shut down your replicators at least once a week for routine maintenance, you risk system overloads like this one.
Quark: You said it might overload the system. Might.
Nog: He tried to warn you, Uncle Quark. You should've listened to him.
Rom: No. It's my fault. I should have explained it better.
Quark: Of course it's your fault. Everything that goes wrong here is your fault. It says so in your contract. Now, this mess had better be cleaned up before lunchtime or I'm taking the losses out of your pay.
Rom: Of course, brother.
Rom: I need to get a replacement power coupling from the storage room. I'll be right back.
Jake: Hey, Nog. What's going on?
Nog: If you're here to order lunch, you'll have to come back in an hour.
Jake: Actually, I just ate. Hey, that was a pretty funny joke you pulled on my Dad this morning.
Nog: What?
Jake: You know, about wanting to join Starfleet?
Nog: I wasn't joking.
Jake: Come on, Nog. You don't really expect me to fall for that one.
Nog: Did you tell your father I was joking?
Jake: Yeah. Kind of.
Nog: How could you do that to me? I want you to go back to your father and tell him that you were wrong.
Jake: All right. Calm down. I mean, how was I supposed to know you were serious? You never said you wanted to join Starfleet before.
Nog: I'm saying it now.
Jake: So what brought this on?
Nog: I have my reasons.
Jake: Okay, name one.
Nog: Why should I?
Jake: Because I'm your friend. And friends don't have secrets from one another.
Nog: It's not a secret. I just don't feel like talking about it.
Jake: Why?
Nog: Because it's personal. Now stop asking me.
Jake: All right. But my father's a pretty smart guy, and if this is some kind of trick, he's going to figure it out.
Nog: There's nothing to figure out. I'm joining Starfleet, and that's that. Now, if you don't mind, I have a lot of work to do.
Odo: Computer, lock onto these coordinates and initiate transport sequence.
Computer: Unable to comply.
Odo: Explain.
Computer: The high level of atmospheric ionization is inhibiting transporter lock.
Odo: Can you compensate for the interference by using pattern enhancers?
Computer: Negative. Pattern enhancers will not function in a polarized ionization field.
Odo: Is there any way to achieve a transporter lock in this kind of ionization field?
Computer: Negative.
Odo: Computer, send out a priority one distress signal to Deep Space Nine.
Computer: Unable to comply. Communications systems are inoperable due to atmospheric interference.
Odo: In that case, launch a communications probe and instruct it to begin a continuous broadcast of our whereabouts as soon as it clears the atmosphere.
Computer: Working.
Computer: Probe launch confirmed.
Odo: Computer, given ideal conditions, how soon can we expect help from Deep Space Nine?
Computer: Deep Space Nine should receive the probe's distress signal in approximately two days.
Odo: Kira, I heard phaser fire.
Kira: You just missed our friend. He came out of that tunnel. I think he was as surprised as I was. He fired at me from over there, and when I shot back he ran off down the tunnel.
Kira: Don't worry, his aim wasn't any better than mine was.
Odo: He didn't miss by much.
Kira: My lucky day.
Sisko: I see you've put in a request to reassign Ensign Vilix'pran from cargo inspection.
Bashir: I think that would be best. Given his condition, I don't want him coming in contact with any hazardous materials.
Sisko: His condition?
Bashir: Vilix'pran is budding. His buds are undergoing individuation in just over a month.
Sisko: You mean he's pregnant?
Bashir: Twins.
Sisko: Reassignment granted. I'll have make sure I offer my congratulations to the ensign next time I see him.
Bashir: O'Brien and I are throwing him a baby shower in a couple of days. I think it would mean a lot to him if you were there.
Sisko: Are you getting him anything?
Bashir: O'Brien's building him a hatchling pond and I've put an order in with Garak for some new baby clothes.
Sisko: Count me in.
Bashir: Aye, sir.
Sisko: Ensign Pran.
Nog: Commander Sisko, have you made up your mind yet about my letter?
Sisko: Not exactly.
Nog: What does that mean, not exactly?
Sisko: Look, Nog, I have to be honest with you. When I think of candidates for Starfleet Academy, yours is not the first name that comes to mind.
Nog: Why not? Because I'm a Ferengi?
Sisko: Not at all. The fact is, your reputation on this station leaves a lot to be desired. Your school grades are mediocre at best, and you've had more than a few run-ins with Constable Odo.
Nog: Okay, okay, so I've made some mistakes. I admit that. But I can do better. Just give me a chance.
Dax: You wanted to see me, Benjamin?
Sisko: Lieutenant, I need a complete inventory on the contents of Cargo bay twelve.
Dax: Didn't we inventory twelve last week?
Sisko: I'd like it done again.
Dax: All right. I'll assign a crew to it immediately.
Sisko: Actually, I already have someone in mind for the job.
Dax: Really? Who?
Sisko: Nog.
Dax: Nog.
Sisko: He's asked for a recommendation to Starfleet Academy.
Dax: Nog?
Sisko: My reaction exactly.
Dax: I always thought it would be interesting to have a Ferengi in Starfleet, but Nog?
Sisko: I know it seems unlikely, but before I make up my mind I want to give him a chance to prove himself.
Dax: Commander, there's a lot of valuable equipment in Cargo bay twelve.
Sisko: I know.
Dax: Maybe I should assign a couple of crewmembers to assist him.
Sisko: No. I want him to do it alone. No help, no interference, no one looking over his shoulder.
Odo: I wish I could analyze this material.
Kira: Too bad our tricorders don't work.
Odo: Or our communicators or the transporter. Our fugitive couldn't have chosen a better place to hide. Very convenient, don't you think?
Kira: You make it sound like he planned on trapping us.
Odo: Well maybe he did, but it's not going to work. I'm going to get you out of here.
Kira: How long do you think I have, Odo?
Odo: Long enough.
Kira: I figure at the rate the crystal's been growing, I'm going to be completely covered in less than twelve hours.
Kira: Unless this cave collapses first.
Odo: There has got to be a way to shatter this crystal.
Kira: I'm sure there is. But that doesn't mean that we're going to find it in less than twelve hours.
Odo: We'll find it. Major, do you ever look at the Criminal Activity Reports we get from Starfleet Security?
Kira: Not often.
Odo: You should. They make fascinating reading. A few months ago we got a report on a theft on Remmil Six. It seems the natives there spin a kind of crystalline webbing that they use to construct their buildings. A band of Nausicaan raiders broke into their central museum by using a high frequency ultrasonic generator to create a sympathetic vibration inside the webbing and shatter it.
Kira: So all we need to do is find a band of Nausicaan raiders and ask them to give us a hand?
Odo: No, I might be able to put together a makeshift generator using the covariant oscillator on the runabout. The trick will be finding the right frequency to create a sympathetic vibration inside this crystal. I'm going to have to go back to the runabout and start assembling the generator. Keep your phaser handy in case our friend decides to comes back.
Kira: I will.
Odo: I'll be back as soon as I can.
Kira: Constable. When we get back to the station, I'm going to start reading those Criminal Activity Reports.
Odo: I'll make sure you get them.
Dax: Due to a computer error, we lost the manifest on this entire cargo bay. Commander Sisko would like you to re-inventory the contents.
Nog: The entire cargo bay?
Dax: That's right.
Nog: By myself?
Dax: Look, Nog, Starfleet isn't just about diplomacy, exploration. A lot of the time, it's just hard work.
Nog: When does Commander Sisko want it done?
Dax: He'd like the manifest on his desk first thing in the morning.
Nog: He'll have it tonight, before he goes off duty.
Dax: Tomorrow morning will be fine, Nog.
Nog: Now if you don't mind, Lieutenant, I'd like to get started.
Kira: How long do you think it's going to be before the generator finds the right frequency?
Odo: It's hard to say. It could take hours.
Kira: I don't suppose there's any way to speed things up? I didn't think so.
Odo: Don't worry, Major. I have every intention of getting us back to the station by tomorrow night. Chief O'Brien is counting on it.
Kira: What does O'Brien have to do with it?
Odo: We have an appointment.
Kira: What kind of appointment? Talk to me, Odo. It helps pass the time.
Odo: The Chief and I are supposed to go kayaking together in a holosuite.
Kira: You're kidding. How did he talk you into that one?
Odo: He didn't talk me into anything. It's really quite enjoyable.
Kira: You mean you've done it before?
Odo: Twice. He invited me one evening and, seeing I had no plans, I accepted.
Kira: I'm sorry. I'm just having trouble imagining the two of you together in a boat.
Odo: Well if it helps any, he's the one who does all the singing.
Kira: He sings?
Odo: He says it's necessary to establish a smooth paddling rhythm.
Kira: This gets better and better. What kind of songs does he sing?
Odo: Ancient human sea chanties, mostly. He's particularly fond of one called 'Louie, Louie'.
Kira: I never pictured O'Brien as a nautical type.
Odo: Next to his work and his family, shooting the rapids is his favorite activity. He's had the holoprogram since he was on the Enterprise.
Kira: How long do these boat trips usually take?
Odo: That depends.
Kira: On what?
Odo: On how many times we capsize.
Kira: It must be a very difficult program.
Odo: It's extremely difficult. According to him, he's dislocated his shoulder a half dozen times trying to make it down those rapids.
Kira: Then why does he keep doing it?
Odo: Because he loves it. And it's been my observation that you humanoids have a hard time giving up the things you love, no matter how much they might hurt you.
Kira: I'm glad you're here, Odo.
Odo: I'm glad I'm here, too.
Kira: Odo!
Odo: Major?
Kira: I'm all right. What about the generator?
Odo: It's fine. It still hasn't found the right frequency to shatter the crystal.
Kira: Tell it to hurry. A couple more tremors like that last one and this whole cave is going to collapse.
Odo: We'll just have to make sure that doesn't happen. After all, we've been in worse situations than this one and come out all right.
Kira: Name three. I can't think of any either.
Odo: No, it's not that. It's just that that wasn't the response I expected.
Kira: What do you mean?
Odo: In the detective novels Chief O'Brien gives me to read, when the hero says, we've been in tougher situations than this one, his friends always agree.
Kira: I never read any of those books.
Odo: There must be some humanoid platitude I can use to cheer you up.
Kira: I don't have much use for platitudes, Odo. I'd rather face the truth of a situation and go on from there.
Odo: I feel the same way.
Kira: I know you do. That's why you and I get along so well.
Odo: I suppose it is. But in this case, the truth is we're going to get you out of here, Major. And that's no platitude.
Sisko: I must admit, this is impressive work.
Dax: Incredible is more like it. He inventoried the whole cargo bay in under five hours.
Sisko: You're sure he didn't have any help?
Dax: According to the internal sensors, no one else entered that cargo bay the entire time he was there.
Sisko: I guess he did learn something working in his uncle's storeroom. I assume that all our equipment is where it's supposed to be?
Dax: If you're asking if he stole anything, the answer is no. He even found some things we missed on our last inventory.
Sisko: Okay, so now we know he's a hard worker. The question remains. Why does he want to join Starfleet?
Dax: I have no idea.
Odo: I don't understand it. I've run through the entire harmonic spectrum and none of the frequencies have had any effect on the crystal. It's almost as if the structure of the crystal is mutating to keep us from finding the right frequency.
Kira: Odo.
Odo: Yes, Major. I wish there was something else I could do.
Kira: Just keep talking to me.
Odo: What do you want me to say?
Kira: Anything. Tell me a story.
Odo: A story?
Kira: I know. Tell me how you got your name.
Odo: My name? Now that you mention it, that is an amusing story.
Kira: Tell it to me.
Odo: Well, as you know, when Doctor Mora first brought me to his laboratory, it was under Cardassian supervision. All specimens had to be clearly labeled in Cardassian, so the overseers would always know what the scientists were working on. Since no one was exactly sure what I was, Mora labeled me Unknown Sample, which the overseer translated into Cardassian as Odo'ital.
Kira: So, your name is Unknown Sample?
Odo: No, no. Odo'ital literally means the word 'nothing'. Even after it became clear that I was sentient, the Bajoran scientists kept calling me that. As a joke, they split it into two words like a Bajoran name, Odo Ital, which eventually got shortened.
Kira: To Odo.
Odo: But the thing is, for the longest time, whenever anyone would use my name, the first thing I'd think of was what it meant. Nothing. What better way to describe me? I had no family, no friends, no place where I belonged. I thought it was the most appropriate name anyone could give me. And then I met you. And the others. Sisko, Dax, even Quark. And now, when I hear one of you call me Odo, I no longer think of myself as nothing. I think of myself as me. I'm sorry, Major. I guess that story wasn't as amusing as I'd hoped it would be.
Kira: No. I liked it very much. The ultrasonic generator isn't going to work, is it?
Odo: No, I'm afraid it's not.
Kira: I don't suppose you have any other ideas.
Odo: I wish I had.
Kira: Neither do I.
Odo: It doesn't make sense. The ultrasonic generator should have worked. Something's not right here.
Kira: Odo, you've done your best. It's time for you to go.
Odo: Go?
Kira: This place is going to collapse at any minute. That Maquis is probably dead from one of the cave-ins. There's nothing more you can do for me.
Odo: If you're asking me to leave?
Kira: As your superior officer, I'm telling you to take the runabout and get the hell off this moon. That's an order.
Kira: Odo, why are you still standing there? I told you to get out of here.
Odo: I'm not leaving.
Kira: Constable, I gave you a direct order.
Odo: You can order me all you want. As of now, I'm resigning my commission.
Kira: Odo, if you stay here, you'll die.
Odo: You don't know that for certain. And even if it were true, I'm not going to abandon you.
Kira: I want you to get out of here.
Odo: Don't you understand? I can't.
Kira: You have to. Odo, please.
Odo: No. I won't leave you.
Kira: Why?
Odo: Because! Because I'm in love with you. So, now you know.
Kira: Odo, I'm in love with you too.
Nog: You wanted to see me, Commander?
Sisko: Nog, I've given your request a lot of thought.
Nog: I appreciate that, Commander.
Sisko: But I'm afraid I'm going to have to turn you down.
Nog: Turn me down? Why? Did I do something wrong?
Sisko: It's not anything you did, Nog. You're just not Academy material. Here. This belongs to you.
Nog: Commander, can't we talk about this?
Sisko: There's nothing to talk about. We both know you'd never make it through the Academy. You couldn't handle the workload or the diskipline. You wouldn't last two weeks.
Nog: That's not true. I'm a hard worker. I proved that to you.
Sisko: It doesn't matter. And I'm not going to put my reputation on the line just to satisfy some whim of yours.
Nog: It's not just a whim. I'm serious about joining Starfleet.
Sisko: I don't have time for this, Nog. Now whatever little scheme you had, you can forget it. I'm not giving you that letter.
Nog: It's not a joke or a scheme. I want to join Starfleet. I want it more than anything I've ever wanted anything in my life.
Sisko: You're a Ferengi. Why would you want to be in Starfleet? Where's the profit in it?
Nog: I don't care about profit.
Sisko: Then what do you care about? Come on, Nog, tell me. Why is it so damned important for you to get into Starfleet? Why are you doing this?
Nog: Because I don't want to end up like my father.
Sisko: Your father.
Nog: That's right. My father. He's been chasing profit his whole life, and what has it gotten him? Nothing. And you know why? Because he doesn't have the lobes. And neither do I.
Sisko: And a Ferengi without profit
Nog: Is no Ferengi at all.
Sisko: The eighteenth Rule of Acquisition.
Nog: My father is a mechanical genius. He could've been Chief Engineer of a starship if he'd had the opportunity. But he went into business, like a good Ferengi. The only thing is, he's not a good Ferengi, not when it comes to acquiring profit. So now all he has to live for is the slim chance that someday, somehow, he might be able to take over my uncle's bar. Well, I'm not going to make the same mistake. I want to do something with my life. Something worthwhile.
Sisko: Like joining Starfleet.
Nog: I may not have an instinct for business, but I have my father's hands and my uncle's tenacity. I know I've got something to offer, I just need the chance to prove it.
Sisko: All right. I'll see that you get that chance.
Nog: You're going to recommend me to Starfleet Academy?
Sisko: I'll send the letter the first thing tomorrow morning.
Nog: Commander, I don't know how to thank you.
Sisko: Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Don't thank me yet. You still have a lot of work ahead of you.
Nog: Don't worry. You're never going to regret this.
Kira: Odo?
Odo: Yes, Major.
Kira: You haven't said a word to me in over an hour.
Odo: I've just been going over a few things in my mind.
Kira: I'm sorry I waited so long to tell you how I feel about you. If I'd told you earlier, maybe things would've been different.
Odo: Ah.
Kira: What are you smiling about?
Odo: I think I've finally figured out what's going on here. This whole situation hasn't seemed right since the beginning. There've been too many coincidences, too many unanswered questions.
Kira: Are you still trying to prove that this is all some kind of conspiracy?
Odo: You said the Maquis was standing here when he shot at you?
Kira: That's right.
Odo: How tall was he? My height?
Kira: No. Maybe shorter.
Odo: Like this?
Kira: More or less. Why does it matter anyway?
Odo: It matters because from this position, you're blocking those phaser hits. There's no way someone standing here could hit those rocks without hitting you first.
Kira: Maybe he was standing somewhere else.
Odo: Maybe. Or maybe you were lying to me. Which makes two times you've lied to me today.
Kira: What are you talking about?
Odo: You lied when you said you were shot at by the Maquis. And you lied when you said you loved me.
Kira: I do love you.
Odo: I wish you did, but you don't. Remember Major, I pride myself on my ability to observe human nature, and I've watched you for the past three years. In all that time I never saw any indication that you had those kinds of feelings for me. You like me. You think of me as a close friend. But love? I'm afraid not.
Kira: Maybe I told I loved you because I thought it would make you feel better. Because I thought that's what you wanted to hear.
Odo: You're lying again. The Kira I know has far too much regard for our friendship to lie to me, even for the best of reasons.
Kira: Odo, I can explain.
Odo: Good. And you can start by telling me who you are and what you've done with Kira.
Founder: Well done, Odo. You really are quite a skilful investigator.
Odo: And you're quite a skilful changeling.
Founder: You still have much to learn.
Odo: If you want to share your wisdom, tell me where Major Kira is.
Founder: Close by.
Odo: You were the fugitive we were chasing, weren't you?
Founder: That's correct.
Odo: How did you get your hands on a Maquis ship?
Founder: Now, Odo, you really can't expect me to give you all the answers.
Odo: But why did you lead us here? Why replace Kira?
Founder: I needed to understand why you chose to live with the Solids rather than your own people. I suspected it had something to do with Major Kira. Now I'm certain of it.
Odo: So your plan was to let me think she died. You thought that would take away my link to the Solids.
Founder: Then you would return to us.
Odo: I assure you, nothing will ever make me do that.
Founder: I wouldn't be so sure.
Odo: Tell me where she is.
Founder: And if I don't, then what? You'll shoot me? No changeling has ever harmed another.
Odo: There's always a first time.
Founder: Major Kira is down that tunnel, two hundred meters south of here. Save her, if it suits you, but it won't make any difference. She is never going to love you. How could she? You are a changeling.
Odo: Major, wake up.
Kira: Odo, what happened? What am I doing here?
Odo: It's a long story. Right now we have to get you back to the Mekong.
Kira: There's one thing I still don't understand. If that Founder was trying to test your allegiance to the Solids, why did she impersonate me?
Odo: I suppose it's because you happened to be with me in the runabout. It could have just as easily have been Commander Sisko or Doctor Bashir.
Kira: What finally made you realize the truth?
Odo: She made eventually a mistake. She said something I know you would never say.
Kira: What was that?
Odo: Just a slip of the tongue. Nothing important.
Quark: I tell you, I won't stand for it. No nephew of mine is going to disgrace our family name by joining Starfleet.
Nog: But Uncle Quark
Quark: My mind is made up. I forbid it.
Rom: No, you don't.
Quark: Rom, stay out of this.
Rom: I will not. When it comes to the bar you may be in charge, but when it comes to my son, I make the decisions.
Quark: Fine. You tell him he can't go.
Rom: Nog. Good luck. I would be proud to have a son in Starfleet.
Quark: You're both insane.
Nog: Like father, like son.