GARAK: What a waste of a morning.
That Galipotan freighter that was scheduled
to be here at 0700 still hasn't arrived.
Oh, well, that's the price
for doing business with a culture
that refuses to even acknowledge the concept of time.
Though I must say, they make magnificent sweaters.
I hope I'm not boring you, Doctor.
Oh, not at all.
No, I-I was just up late last night.
Entertaining one of your lady friends?
Unfortunately not.
No, I was reading the last few chapters
of The Never-ending Sacrifice.
Isn't it superb?
Without a doubt
the finest Cardassian novel ever written.
I'll take your word for it.
So, you didn't enjoy it?
Well, I-I thought it was interesting.
Maybe a little dull in parts.
Oh, wonderful!
At this rate, we'll be done eating lunch
just in time for dinner.
Well, there's always Quark's.
True, but I'm really not in the mood
for noisy, crowded and vulgar today.
I suppose the Klingon restaurant is out of the question.
I can't believe
that I'm having lunch with a man who thinks
The Never-ending Sacrifice is dull.
I just thought the story got a little redundant after a while.
I mean, the author's supposed to be chronicling
seven generations of a single family
but he tells the same story over and over again.
All of his characters lead selfless lives
of duty to the state, grow old and die.
Then, the next generation comes along
and does it all over again.
But that's exactly the point, Doctor.
The repetitive epic is the most elegant form
in Cardassian literature
and The Never-ending Sacrifice is its greatest achievement.
But none of his characters ever really come alive.
And there's more to life than duty to the state.
A Federation viewpoint if ever I heard one.
This is ridiculous.
Can't you just move to the front of the line?
Tell them it's a medical emergency or something.
We'll be there in a minute.
Look, maybe if you lent me another book
by a different writer...
It would only be a waste of time.
When it comes to art, you're obviously a prisoner
of Federation dogma and human prejudice.
I'm sorry you feel that way.
I was just trying...
( inhales sharply )
Are you all right?
I'm fine.
You don't look fine.
Your skin is clammy and your pupils have contracted.
I assure you, I'm in perfect health.
Now you were asking about other Cardassian books.
Something maybe a little more access...
Perfect health.
Then Cardassian standards
must be a little lower than mine.
Come on.
Doctor, what do you think you're doing?
I'm taking you to the Infirmary.
That won't be necessary.
Well, maybe not, but humor me.
Frankly, Doctor...
I'm a little tired of humoring you.
Now, there's nothing wrong with me
that a little peace and privacy wouldn't cure.
Now, if you'll excuse me
I seem to have lost my appetite.
What was that all about?
I have no idea.
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Can you tell what's wrong with it?
In my expert medical opinion
I'd say it's... sick.
I know that, but why is it sick?
I'm a doctor, not a botanist.
Did you ask Professor O'Brien?
Keiko's at a hydroponics conference on Rigel IV.
She won't be back for a week.
And none of your past hosts
have had any experience with plants?
Daxes have never been much on gardening.
Tobin was the only one
who ever tried his hand at it
but he had even less luck with plants
than he did with women.
Do you even know where it's from?
I picked it up on Ledonia III.
May I?
Be my guest.
Oh, that explains it.
Ledonian soil contains a benevolent mycorizal fungus
that helps the native plants retain water.
The fungus in this potting soil has almost completely died out.
But if we can salvage what's left
and cultivate a new batch in the lab
that should do the trick.
Keiko would be proud of you.
It's all there on the screen.
I only wish my humanoid patients were as easy to treat.
Did Chief O'Brien
dislocate his shoulder again?
No, it's Garak.
Today at lunch, he seemed as though
he was going to have some kind of seizure.
He was having trouble breathing
and he appeared to be in a great deal of pain.
But when I tried to get him to come to the Infirmary
he outright refused.
Maybe he just doesn't like going to see the doctor.
Ah, that's not it.
It's that damned Cardassian evasiveness of his.
I mean, keeping me guessing about his past is one thing
but when it comes to his health...
I don't know.
Why can't he just tell me what's going on?
It sounds like you're taking this personally.
I suppose I am.
It's just that Garak and I
have been having lunch together once a week
for more than a year now.
You'd think he'd come to trust me a little.
Why should he?
It's not like the two of you are really friends.
Well, no, of course not.
I suppose when it comes right down to it
I don't trust him either.
I mean, for all I know, the man is a Cardassian spy.
Exactly.
And if he doesn't want my help
that's his prerogative.
( indistinct conversation )
Garak, how long have you been living on this station?
Too long.
And in all that time, have I ever let you down?
I have never done business with you until now.
Which is why this deal is so important to me.
I want our business relationship to get off on the right foot.
Now relax.
You'll get your merchandise.
Soon, Quark.
I can't wait much longer.
You and Garak going into business?
I couldn't help overhearing your conversation.
Oh, that.
I'm helping Garak
get a new sizing scanner for his shop.
A sizing scanner.
Not just any sizing scanner.
The best, straight from Merak II.
Calibrated to be accurate down to the micrometer
and I might add, at a very reasonable price.
Really? I thought Garak sounded a bit upset.
Upset? Garak?
Oh, I hadn't noticed.
Now, is there anything I can do for you, hmm?
A little Saurian brandy to go
or maybe a late-night session in a holosuite?
No, thank you.
I think I'll call it a night.
Suit yourself.
There, how does that feel?
Much better.
Well, try not to yell at any more admirals for awhile.
I wasn't yelling.
I was just expressing my feelings, loudly.
Chief.
Commander.
You wanted to see me?
Ah, yes.
I was hoping you could give me a hand.
I've been trying to access the old Cardassian medical files
but I haven't been having much luck.
I'm not surprised.
The Cardassians did a general systems sweep
before they pulled out.
The medical files would have been deleted
along with everything else.
Is there any way to recover them?
Maybe.
These subroutines don't look anywhere near as bad
as the engineering files did.
I might be able to reconstruct the data
by micro-scanning the purge trace.
Well, how long will that take?
Mmm. Two, maybe three weeks.
Ah. Well, that settles that.
Thank you anyway, Chief.
I'm sorry I couldn't be of any more help.
Quark to Bashir.
This is Bashir.
Doctor, I need you in my bar right away.
Oh, come on, Garak.
Don't you think you've had enough?
On the contrary.
Anyone who talks about
the numbing effects of your liquor
is severely overstating the case, huh?
What's all this?
He came in complaining about a headache.
The next thing I knew
he drank up half my stock of kanar.
Oh, Doctor, what a pleasant surprise.
I apologize for my outburst at lunch
but I promise I'll make it up to you.
Please, join me.
I think I will.
May I?
By all means.
What are you doing?
I think it's a little noisy in here.
Um, I'd prefer to drink somewhere quiet.
Why, an excellent idea.
We'll go to my quarters.
Whatever you want.
But, first, I must make a stop at the Infirmary.
The Infirmary?
( chuckling ): Oh, my dear Doctor.
What kind of fool do you take me for?
Now, give me back my bottle.
Give me my bottle back.
I will...
in the Infirmary.
I'm not going
to the Infirmary
and I refuse to play this ridiculous game.
Now, give me...
Give...
Make it stop, make it stop.
Bashir to Ops. Medical emergency.
Two to beam to the Infirmary.
Energize.
ODO: Some kind of implant?
Apparently.
What's it for?
Well, I was hoping you could tell me.
After working for the Cardassians for five years
I'd guess you'd know them as well as anyone.
Maybe so, but I never bothered
to look inside their skulls.
No, I don't suppose you did.
Do you think this is the cause
of Garak's condition?
It's possible.
I mean, whatever this thing is
it's situated in his postcentral gyrus
and has filaments that connect it
to his entire central nervous system.
Maybe it's some kind of punishment device—
a parting gift from the Cardassian government.
I thought of that
but, based on the amount of scarring
in the surrounding tissue
this implant's been in there for years.
And as far as I can tell, Garak's only been in pain
for the past few days.
Interesting.
I wish I had an answer for you, Doctor.
Well, I was hoping you could help me get one.
I think Quark knows what this thing is.
Now, what makes you say that?
I overheard them talking the other night.
Garak was negotiating to buy some merchandise from Quark.
He seemed quite desperate.
I tried to ask Quark what it was about, but...
No need to explain, Doctor.
The direct approach seldom works with people like him.
But this could answer some of my own questions.
Quark has sent several coded messages to Cardassia Prime
in the past few days.
Really?
Mmm. I routinely monitor
all of Quark's subspace communications.
Is that legal?
It's in the best interest of station security.
Doctor, do you want to know
what Quark knows or not?
I see your point.
Then meet me in Security at 0200 hours.
Quark always makes his clandestine calls
after the bar closes.
I wouldn't miss it.
Quark, you parasite.
It's been too long.
Is Hartla still working for you?
The dabo tables wouldn't be the same without her.
Oh, what I wouldn't give to see her again.
I'm sure she misses you, too.
( both laughing )
I'll bet she does.
Yeah.
She would have bankrupted me
if the occupation would have lasted much longer.
But I'm sure you didn't contact me just to reminisce.
What can I do for you?
How would you like to earn a little extra latinum?
Enough to buy yourself a promotion?
You have my undivided attention.
I need a piece of Cardassian bio-technology
and the schematics relating to its installation.
Hmm, bio-technology, huh?
Why, that shouldn't be too difficult.
What is it?
You know, I never ask those kinds of questions
but I've got the requisition code number.
Well, give it to me.
I'll look for it.
I knew I could count on you. Here it is.
I hope you don't have one of these little bugs
hidden in my quarters.
Should I?
QUARK: Transmission complete.
CARDASSIAN: Hold on.
This won't take long.
Take your time.
Quark, you idiot!
Is something wrong?
I'm ruined!
My career is over!
What did I do?
You and your damned requisition code.
It's for classified bio-technology, Quark.
Even the cursed number is classified.
Where did you get it?
No, don't tell me!
I don't want to know.
If I'm lucky, I can still get through this
with my skin intact.
Maybe they won't trace the request back to me.
Who won't?
The Obsidian Order.
Nice talking to you, Boheeka.
We'll have to do it
The Obsidian Order.
That certainly complicates things.
Who are they?
They're the ever- vigilant eyes and ears
of the Cardassian Empire.
It is said that a Cardassian citizen
cannot sit down to a meal
without each dish being duly noted
and recorded by the Order.
What happens if you eat something
that doesn't meet with their approval?
People have been known to disappear for less.
Whether you agree with their goals or not
you can't help but admire their efficiency.
Even the Romulan Tal Shiar can't compete with them
when it comes to intelligence gathering
and covert operations.
What has all this to do with Garak?
I wish I knew.
Do you think the Order
put that implant inside Garak's head?
I have a better question.
If the implant is a punishment device
then why is Garak trying to get his hands on another one?
He did asked for specifications.
Maybe he's trying to find some way of removing it.
Well, either way, I'd like to have
a talk with him when he wakes up.
You'll have to get in line.
Thank you
Constable.
Computer, report on the status of patient Garak.
COMPUTER: Patient Garak
is no longer in the Infirmary.
What?
When did he leave?
Patient checked out at 0320 hours.
( door chimes )
Garak, are you in there?
Computer, open the door
to Chamber 901, Habitat Level H-3.
Emergency medical override, Bashir 1-Alpha.
Ah, Doctor, what a pleasant surprise.
I'm sorry, I must have missed the door chime.
What the hell do you think you're doing?
Triptacederine?
How much of this did you take?
A mere 30cc's— not nearly enough, I'm afraid.
30cc's would anesthetize an Algorian mammoth.
Oh, we Cardassians must be made of sterner stuff.
I barely feel it.
Listen to me, Garak.
I've had just about enough of your nonsense.
Now you're coming back to the Infirmary with me.
Oh, I don't think so.
Believe me when I tell you
there's nothing you can do for me.
Oh, and Quark can, is that it?
I thought I was supposed to be the spy.
Quark's not coming, Garak.
How do you know?
I heard him talking
to his Cardassian contact.
He couldn't get the item you requested.
Really?
That's most distressing
but I suppose not all that surprising.
Ah, well, maybe it's for the best.
My hypospray, if you please.
Another dose of triptacederine might kill you.
Thank you for your concern, Doctor
but I'd rather have the hypospray.
I'm not going to let you commit suicide.
I'm here to help you.
I doubt you can!
I think you'll find that I'm experiencing
some slight deterioration of my cranial nerve cluster.
It's not so slight, I'm afraid.
We've got to get you to the Infirmary.
( laughing ): My dear Doctor
I have no intention of putting myself on display
for the amusement of the Bajoran inhabitants of this station.
It's not your pride I'm worried about.
It's that implant
you're carrying around inside your head.
You know about that, do you?
It's some sort of punishment device, isn't it?
Punishment device?
( laughing )
Well, I suppose, in a way, that's what it's become.
If it wasn't put there to punish you
then what's it for?
Garak! I need to know what we're up against.
If you tell me what it's for
maybe I could find some way to remove it.
It's hopeless, Doctor.
Believe me, it can't be removed.
How do you know?
That's the whole point.
If it could be easily removed, it would be useless.
You see, on Cardassia
I was entrusted with certain information—
information that needed to be kept safe
regardless of the situation.
My implant was given to me by Enabran Tain himself—
the head of the Obsidian Order.
If I was ever tortured
it was designed to stimulate the pleasure centers of my brain
to trigger the production
of vast amounts of natural endorphins.
I do hope you appreciate the irony, Doctor.
The whole purpose of the implant was to make me immune to pain.
What caused it to malfunction?
It was never meant for continuous use.
Continuous use.
What do you mean?
Living on this station is torture for me, Doctor.
The temperature is always too cold.
The lights always too bright.
Every Bajoran on the station
looks at me with loathing and contempt.
So, one day, I decided I couldn't live with it anymore
and I took the pain away.
You activated the implant.
I created a device which allowed me
to trigger the implant whenever I wanted it.
At first, I only used it a few minutes a day
but then I began relying on it more and more
until, finally, I just turned it on
and never shut it off.
How long has it been on?
Two years.
And now the implant is breaking down.
That's correct.
So, why don't you just shut the damn thing off?
It's too late now.
My body has become completely dependent
on the higher endorphin levels generated by the implant.
So, that's it then.
You're just going to give up and let them win.
The Central Command, the Obsidian Order—
whoever it is who exiled you here.
You're just going to roll over and die
let them destroy you
give up any hope of ever seeing Cardassia again.
Doctor, did anyone ever tell you
that you are an infuriating pest?
Chief O'Brien, all the time
and I don't pay any attention to him, either.
Has it ever occurred to you
that I might be getting exactly what I deserve?
No one deserves this.
Oh, please, Doctor, I'm suffering enough
without having to listen
to your smug Federation sympathy.
Do you think that, because we have lunch together
once a week, you know me?
You couldn't even begin to fathom what I'm capable of.
I'm a doctor.
You're my patient.
That's all I need to know.
Wrong again.
You need to know who you're trying to save.
During the occupation
I was a Gul in the Cardassian mechanized infantry.
We were stationed just outside the Bajoran capital.
Shortly before the withdrawal
a handful of Bajoran prisoners escaped from my custody.
My aide, a man named Elim
tracked them to a Cardassian shuttle
about to depart for Terok Nor.
Elim got aboard
but the Captain refused to let him search the ship
because he claimed he was under strict orders from Gul Dukat
to depart immediately.
So, I had the shuttle destroyed
killing the escapees, Elim and 97 Cardassian civilians.
You can't be serious.
I followed my orders.
None of those prisoners escaped off of Bajor alive.
Unfortunately, as it turned out
one of the passengers on the shuttle was the daughter
of a prominent military official.
I was stripped of my rank and commission
and exiled from Cardassia.
So, now you know, Doctor.
I hope... I haven't shattered too many of your illusions.
Listen to me, Garak.
Right now, I'm not concerned
with what you did in the past.
I'm simply not going to walk out of here
and let you die.
We need to turn that implant off
and whatever withdrawal symptoms
or side effects you may experience
I promise I'll help you through them.
I need to know where that triggering device is.
Where is it?
The desk, second drawer.
Well, that will be all for now.
If you need to reach me, I'll be here
for at least the next 26 hours.
Computer, I'm reading an ongoing erosion
of tissue in the patient's lymphatic system. Explain.
COMPUTER: Unable to determine a cause
due to insufficient data
on Cardassian physiology.
All right.
Continue to monitor the status
of the patient's cranial implant.
Inform me if it shows any sign of reactivation.
( door chimes )
Yes?
Doctor.
I was hoping I could ask Garak some questions.
He's asleep.
He has been ever since I turned off his implant.
Now, come on, we can talk outside.
Doctor, I need to talk to him as soon as possible.
I have four cases left in my homicide files
which I'm almost certain were committed
by the Obsidian Order.
If Garak was a member
he may be able to shed some light on them.
I'm afraid your questions will have to wait.
How long?
I don't know yet.
Constable, Garak's body has undergone a severe shock.
I don't know when he'll recover.
I'm not even sure if he'll recover.
In that case, I want to talk to him now.
Wake him up.
I'll do no such thing.
Doctor, these are murder cases, and Garak may be a suspect.
That may be so, but he's still my patient
and I'll not have him disturbed.
So, until further notice, his quarters are off limits
to everyone except emergency medical personnel.
So, if you'll excuse me, I have a patient to attend to.
( groans softly )
( sobbing )
Garak?
I don't think that would be a good idea right now.
Your blood chemistry is severely imbalanced.
You need to rest.
Don't touch me.
Just calm down.
I don't want to calm down, Doctor.
I've been calm long enough.
Look at this place.
It's pathetic.
To think that this is what my life has been reduced to.
This sterile shell, this... prison.
Take it easy, Garak.
Look, you're obviously experiencing some side effects
from the deactivation of the implant.
Ridiculous.
I feel more clearheaded
than I have in the past two years.
Two years— what a waste these past two years have been.
There was a time, Doctor.
Oh! There was a time when I was a power.
The protégé of Enabran Tain himself.
Do you have any idea what that means?
I'm afraid I don't.
No, you don't, do you?
You don't know much of anything.
Tain was the Obsidian Order.
Not even the Central Command dared challenge him
and I was his right hand.
My future was limitless
until I threw it away.
You mean when you had that shuttle shot down
to stop those prisoners from escaping?
Stopped them.
I only wish that I had stopped them.
You didn't?
No, Doctor, my disgrace is worse than that.
Unimaginably worse.
What could you have possibly done worse than that?
I let them go.
It was the eve of the Cardassian withdrawal.
Elim and I were interrogating five Bajorans.
They were children, Doctor!
None of them were older than 14 years old.
They knew nothing.
They lived in bombed-out rooms
scrounged for food on the streets.
They were filthy and they stank.
The room was freezing cold, the air was like ice
and suddenly the whole exercise seemed utterly meaningless.
All I wanted was a hot bath
( laughing ): and a good meal.
And so I let them go.
I gave them whatever latinum I had in my pockets
and opened the door
and flung them back into the streets.
Elim couldn't believe his eyes.
He looked at me as if I were insane.
You took pity on those children.
There's nothing wrong with that.
No! I was a fool!
I should have completed my interrogation
and turned them over to the troops for execution
but because I was chilly and my stomach was growling
I failed in my duty
and destroyed everything I had worked for.
And so they exiled you.
That's right.
And left me to live out my days with nothing to look forward to
but having lunch with you.
Well, I'm sorry you feel that way.
I thought you enjoyed my company.
Oh, I did, and that's the worst part.
I can't believe that I actually enjoyed
eating mediocre food
and staring into your smug, sanctimonious face.
I hate this place, and I hate you.
Okay, Garak, that's your prerogative.
Now, I really think you should lie down.
Get away from me!
Garak...
( yelling )
( grunting )
Garak, stop this.
I don't want to hurt you.
Bashir to Infirmary.
I need an emergency medical team in Garak's quarters now.
Administer another 20cc's of hyperzine.
He's not responding.
Give it a second.
Begin cardiostimulation.
His heartbeat is stabilizing.
But his lymphatic system is still critical.
I don't understand it.
I shut down the implant.
It can't be affecting his blood chemistry.
Yet toxins are still accumulating
in his lymphatic tissues.
Computer, display analysis of all biochemical samples
taken from the patient in the past 39 hours.
Display them by chemical composition.
Isolate and display sample number... 17.
Bring up sample 23.
Sample 27.
Sample 32.
Sample 35.
Sample 40.
Stop.
Bring back sample 35.
Superimpose the molecular structure of this leukocyte
with an analogous sample taken from yesterday.
That's it.
The molecular structure of Garak's leukocytes
has been altered.
That must be what's causing
the accumulation of toxins in his system.
Can we synthesize Cardassian leukocytes?
Probably, but that could take weeks
and we don't have that much time.
We have three or four days at most.
If we turned the implant back on
we might be able to keep him alive
another week or two.
GARAK: No.
What?
I won't allow it.
I never want that thing turned on again.
I understand how you feel
but I'm not sure what else I can do for you.
Oh, you've done enough, Doctor, more than I deserve.
There's something you have to know.
What's that?
The truth.
I've about given up on learning the truth from you, Garak.
Oh, don't give up on me now, Doctor.
Patience has its rewards.
Now listen carefully.
Elim wasn't my aide.
He was... my friend.
We grew up together.
We were closer than brothers.
For some reason Enabran Tain took a liking to us.
Before long
we were both very powerful men in the Obsidian Order.
They called us "the sons of Tain."
Even the Guls feared us.
And then there was a scandal.
Someone in the Order was accused
of letting some Bajoran prisoners escape.
There were constant rumors of who was going to be implicated.
Fingers were being pointed at me.
By then, Tain had retired to the Arawath colony.
He couldn't protect me, so I panicked.
I did everything in my power
to make sure that Elim was accused instead of me.
I altered records, planted evidence
Well, he betrayed you first.
Elim destroyed me.
Before I knew what was going on, I was sentenced to exile.
( chuckles )
And the irony is, I deserved it.
Oh, not for the reasons they claimed
but because of what I had tried to do to Elim, my best friend.
Why are you telling me this, Garak?
So that you can forgive me.
Why else?
I need to know
that someone forgives me.
I forgive you...
for whatever it is you did.
Thank you, Doctor.
That's most kind.
See that he rests comfortably.
I'll be back within 52 hours.
Where are you going?
To find the man responsible for this.
Dr. Bashir.
Welcome.
Please, make yourself at home.
Well, Doctor, you've come all this way to see me.
Aren't you going to say something?
How did you know my name?
Information's my business.
You're Enabran Tain.
And you're Dr. Julian Subatoi Bashir.
I hope you weren't greeted too rudely
upon entering Cardassian space.
Not nearly as rudely as I expected.
Good, I alerted them that you'd be coming.
The military hates surprises.
Still what you did was very brave.
I'm impressed.
Can I get you something to drink?
Tarkalean tea, perhaps?
I always drink Tarkalean... tea.
A good host knows the needs of his guests.
One Tarkalean tea, extra sweet.
And a glass of kanar.
So, Lieutenant, how's Garak?
Has his condition improved at all?
That Cardassian Quark was talking to, Boheeka
I suppose he really did have
a reason to fear the Obsidian Order.
Everyone has reason to fear the Order.
I don't understand it.
Garak told me you were retired.
Oh, I am.
Have been for years.
But I try to keep informed on current events.
I bet you could tell me
all kinds of things I'd like to know, Doctor.
Oh, I'm sure I could.
I'll tell you anything you want to know
about medicine, biology, or tennis.
Do you want to hear my opinion
on the latest nillimite alloy racket?
I don't think that would be necessary.
Have it your way.
Are all the Starfleet Lieutenants
as brash as you are?
I couldn't say.
Though I doubt it.
So do I.
Tell me, Doctor, how sick is Garak?
He's dying.
And you're trying to save him.
That's right.
Strange.
I thought you were his friend.
I suppose I am.
Then you should let him die.
After all, for Garak, a life in exile is no life at all.
Say what you will, my job is to keep him alive
and I need your help.
My help? What can I do?
The molecular structure of Garak's leukocytes
has been disrupted.
I need to synthesize replacements
in order to stabilize his condition.
Unfortunately, my knowledge of Cardassian biochemistry
is severely limited.
And you think I have access to that kind of information?
Information is your business.
Besides
you're the one who ordered him
to put that implant in his head, aren't you?
I never had to order Garak to do anything.
That's what made him special.
So you're saying that
if you don't get the information, Garak dies.
That's it.
Well, we can't allow that, can we?
I'll see to it
that all the necessary data is transferred
to your station's computers.
Thank you.
Oh, don't thank me.
I'm not doing Garak any favors.
He doesn't deserve a quick death.
On the contrary, I want to him to live a long, miserable life.
I want him to grow old on that station
surrounded by people who hate him
knowing that he'll never come home again.
What a lovely sentiment.
And it's from the heart, I assure you.
And now, Doctor, I really think you should be going.
One last thing.
Make it brief.
Garak mentioned an old friend of his the other day—
a member of the Obsidian Order.
I was wondering what happened to him.
Did he give you the name of this friend?
He said it was Elim.
( chuckling )
Elim.
Mind letting me in on the joke?
I can see that Garak hasn't changed a bit.
Never tell the truth when a lie will do.
That man has a rare gift for obfuscation.
Doctor, Elim is Garak's first name.
Now run along home.
And please, tell Garak that I miss him.
I'll be sure to give him the message.
Computer, one to beam up.
Energize.
May I join you?
Garak.
Thank you.
( sighs )
What are you doing up?
You're supposed to be in bed.
I couldn't stand being cooped up
in that dreadful Infirmary for another second.
Besides, I feel perfectly fine.
So, how's the I'danian spice pudding today?
How's the spice pudding?
Is that all you have to say for yourself?
How can you just sit there
and pretend that the last ten days never happened?
I, for one, Doctor, am perfectly satisfied
with the way things turned out
and I see no need to dwell on what was, doubtlessly
a difficult time for both of us.
By the way, I just had the most interesting conversation
with Constable Odo.
It seems he's under the impression
that I was a member of the Obsidian Order.
What did you tell him?
That he was mistaken, of course.
And he believed you?
Well, he said something
about keeping a closer eye on me in the future.
I told him, "Be my guest. I have nothing to hide."
Here, I've brought you something.
What is it?
Meditations on a Crimson Shadow
by Preloc.
More Cardassian literature.
I think you'll find this one more to your taste.
It takes place in the future
during a time when Cardassia
and the Klingon Empire are at war.
Who wins?
Who do you think?
Never mind. Don't tell me.
I don't want you to spoil the ending.
( laughs )
You know, I still have a lot of questions
to ask you about your past.
I've given you all the answers I'm capable of.
You've given me answers, all right.
But they were all different.
What I want to know is, out of all the stories you've told me
which ones were true and which ones weren't?
My dear Doctor, they're all true.
Even the lies?
Especially the lies.
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